Lyric inspired by Marvel's 'Agatha All Along: The Ballad of the Witches' Road


Lyric:

Seekest thou the road to all that's foul and fair
Gather sisters fire, water, earth and air
Darkest hour, wake thy power, earthly and divine
Burn and brew with coven true and glory shall be thine 

Down, down, down the flame
Down the binding curse
Down, down, down the flame
Down the binding curse
Down, down, down the flame
Down the witches’ curse

Down the witches' curse
Circle bound with blood and fate

Unseal the cursed flame
Marching ever onward
’Neath the circle’s mark
I wander not astray
I grasp the hand of fate
Eternal night, giveth sight
The shadow at my side
If stars should fade, we still remain
Darkness is our guide

Down, down, down the flame
Down the binding curse (down the binding curse)
Down, down, down the flame (down the binding curse)
Down the binding curse (down the binding curse)
Down, down, down the flame (down the binding curse)
Down the binding curse (down the binding curse)

Blood and tears and bone
Maiden, Mother, Crone

The flame is dark and wicked
Burning through the soul
Where all that's bound shall break
And curses take their hold
Through endless trials of ash and fire
We wander night and woe
Face your dread, the path is red
The time has come to go

Down, down, down the flame
Down the binding curse (down the binding curse)
Down, down, down the flame (down the binding curse)
Down the binding curse (down the binding curse)
Down, down, down the flame (down the binding curse)
Down the binding curse (down the binding curse)

Follow me, my friend
To glory at the end
The curse is cast,
the flame shall burn — there is no return.

ICO - The coven

Lyrics:

Can you feel it, little one?
Crawling in your blood...
Whispers thick within your lungs,
Breeding rot where you once stood.

Pustules bloom beneath your skin,
Soft and wet and red within,
Let the shivers take you whole —
Let disease consume your soul.

We are the fever that never dies,
The scent that stains the midnight skies.
Let us bloom in bleeding sores,
Dripping through your sacred doors.

Breathe us in, the toxic grace,
Feel the gas upon your face.
Let the miasma fill your chest,
Come to us... and find your rest.

Footsteps falter in the mire,
Flesh dissolving in desire.
Roots that fester, black and deep,
Creep where even death won’t sleep.

Cough and cradle aching bones,
Dream of thrones on filth and thorns.
Smiling ulcers speak your name —
You were ours before you came.

There’s no cure, there’s no light...
Only warmth in septic night.
You are chosen, frail and fair,
Let us live beneath your hair...

We are the fever that never dies,
The scent that stains the midnight skies.
Let us bloom in bleeding sores,
Dripping through your sacred doors.

Breathe us in, the toxic grace,
Feel the gas upon your face.
Let the miasma fill your chest,
Come to us... and find your rest.

We are home...
In your bones...
Let us bloom...
Let us bloom...

ICO - Blooming Boils

When a shadow watches you from afar, something bad is about to happen...

hiding in the corner of your eye, where you can see it but hardly notice it.

Getting closer, day after day, while you sleep, while you close your eyes while bathing, it's getting one step closer each time.

And when you least expect it, a blink could be your last.

ICO - Blooming Boils

Imperial Chronicles of Origins

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