Hate Stone

Ghäst

Compositor: Não Disponível

The stone is cold and wet
The magic-men remove the gloves and
Place their right hands on its surface
Their eyes closed as they chant the incantation in unison

And then they each splash blood from their palms
Onto the sacred pillar and the spell is cast
They have sealed their hate into the stone
And all of them drop to the ground about it, lifeless

Every living thing that approaches the stone
Will feel conflict and be driven to violence
Plant will suffocate plant, beast will attack beast
Insect will devour insect

And man will kill man
Near this sacred stone