Из альбома: Witchcult Today
Dunwich child
You know not your fathers name
Dope numbs the pain
Ascend dark wooded hills to kane
Your mothers witches
Burnt at the stake for sorcery
You were conceived
Upon the altar, rites obscene
Child of Dunwich rise
You have your fathers eyes
Child of Dunwich rise
End the world that you despise
Dunwich child,
Of whispered past now they'll learn
High on the hill
Black clouds gather, now they'll burn
Bay at the stars
Why was I born at all?
Hear voices of doom
From other world your fathers call
Our time has come
The end has begun