Faces In The Fog

Hear the clock strike midnight
Black cats howl and scream
Let us gather and join hands
To summon spirits of the damned

See the faces in the fog
Haunted voices echo on
Calling from beyond the grave
Come to me, I'll guide the way

Incense smokes and candles burn
Invokes lost souls to return
An open portal to the other side
Dark spirits flood our world tonight

Channel your energies into me, I will be a host
Know that I do not fear, you are the puppeteers
My masters, pull my strings
Come forth you horrible things
Enter our world tonight and join us by candle light

The witching hour draws near
I summon thee to appear
I will my flesh to be yours
As the ectoplasm spills forth