Hebrews 11:40

Masks hanging on the tomb walls where the coven grieves

Witches hiding in the brambles, ground level down where

the dry leaves

Blow and burn slowly

No ground is ever going to hold me

Bright candles in the manor

Where the curse takes hold

Bodies reassembling down where the worms crawl

Make your own friends when the world's gone cold

It gets dark and then

I feel certain I am going to rise again

If not by faith, then by the sword

I'm going to be restored

Build fires to keep the beacon flashing where the earth

lies flat

Blood calls to blood as the hours draw down, invent my

own family if it comes to that

Hold them close, hold them near

Tell them no one's ever going to hurt them here

Steal the treasure and try to leave town

Fight my way back down

Don't want to hurt anyone

Probably going to have to before it's all done

Take to the hills, run away

I'm going to get my perfect body back someday

If not by faith, then by the sword

I'm going to be restored