Into the Crop Circle - Wednesday 13

Step inside for the ceremony

There’s no return from this incantation

Watch the devil’s rise in all their glory

And be the witness to this new creation

Outside the circle there is nothing sacred

And watch the fall of man it’s devastation

We are the lords of your damnation

Now watch them rise in this transformation

There inside of me and you

And when the time is right

They crawl in search for light

The blackest oracle

Into the crop circle

Into the crop circle

Nomadic Gods beyond salvation

The Lords of death and life and all creation

Beyond the stars and all that’s sacred

Under their complete domination

Into this violent night their reigning

So be forewarned of the new mutation

And to dispose of those remaining

And witness this mass extermination