Black death is calling you 
Rot takes the father, 
Mother is weeping red 
Blood for her cauldron 

Stir the brew with your soul 
Vessel for curses 
She will burn your spirit 
The forest commands 

Respect her wishes now 
Branches will summon 
Dark claws from these shadows 
Piercing the dead 

No one will escape the crone’s grasp 
The undead 
Walk beside 
Her acid-laden aura 

Eyes of ravens sink into skulls 
Boiling mad 
Bubbling skin 
Coats black earth 

Death reaches for your throat 
Don’t betray mother 
She controls the cosmos 
The reaper tends to her will 

Darkness is calling you 
Let it take over 
Mother brews a red death 
Your final resting place has come