Barker

We priests Of the dirt Have gathered this bark

To bring Fire and light To your eternal dark

To set loose This tongue To remind the mind

That “you Will have no other Gods before me”

In dark Robes these takers Prepare what is not theirs

In justice In gratiated In kind in cantations

To evoke Your fear And provoke you into hiding

What spells The Witchers Cast to find you

Follow Your Every move Re-writing mind under blue lights

You lie Prostrate Waiting for enlightenment

Meditate You must In these powers greater than you

Bring to The light A word that can still be heard

Not still Born on The lips of false prophets

For the Opening Ceremony has just commenced

Put down Your flags Draw up your masks tightly

No spell Can stop The cast of blood that Will baptize our new souls