Blood Called

Spoken of in whispers By angels in the dark The dragging chains hollow echoes The low, sinister ancient It walks between the worlds A window pane between betrays his coming Wicked and evil You call them with blood Demon of revenge and torment Come serve me tonight In the dead of the frozen night Through the howling snow Come from places never seen by human eyes From a race of beings older than the Earth There are realms and entities we can never understand Summoned by the foolish, summoned by the weak Wicked and evil You call them with blood Demon of revenge and torment Come serve me tonight