Chanting, Pine Barrens
Ancient Farmland of a Witch-Man
Old Ones Are Restless
Quivering eye
Slopping sounds on stairs
Annihilation coming
Portal Has Opened
I am the Greatest Conjure Man
My laughter cut short
Doodling pencil
Strange shapes forming on paper
Hideous visions
Back to the Tunnels
Crisscrossing the Berkshire Mountains
Back to My Own Kind
Slowly moves wall
Shadow leaks from the awful gap
Sticky squeals resound
