Summoning the Horned King

[Intro] In the deep of Salem's woods, under the cloak of night, The witches gather, their power alight. [Verse] With the circle drawn in the earth so old, They summon the Horned King, brave and bold. Ancient words whispered in the chilling breeze, Their voices carry through the trees. [Verse] Around the fire, their shadows dance, In the ritual, they take their chance. Offerings laid at the forest's throne, To call upon the king of bone. [Bridge] In the silence, the forest holds its breath, As they conjure life and death. From the darkness, a figure takes form, In the witching hour, he is born. [Refrain] Hail, the Horned King, ruler of the night, In his presence, the stars shine bright. Under his gaze, the witches stand, Commanding the shadows of the land. [Verse] His eyes, a flame, his voice, a song, To him, the witches' souls belong. With every chant and every spell, They weave their magic, oh, so well. [Refrain] Hail, the Horned King, ruler of the night, In his presence, the stars shine bright. Under his gaze, the witches stand, Commanding the shadows of the land. [Verse] He speaks of secrets, old and new, Of the power that in darkness grew. With a gesture, he sets the sky alight, The forest alive with magic's might. [Verse] He speaks of secrets, old and new, Of the power that in darkness grew. With a gesture, he sets the sky alight, The forest alive with magic's might. [Verse] As dawn approaches, he fades away, But in their hearts, he will stay. With a promise to return once more, When the witches call, as they did before. [Refrain] Hail, the Horned King, ruler of the night, In his presence, the stars shine bright. Under his gaze, the witches stand, Commanding the shadows of the land. [Outro] So in the woods of Salem, beware, For the Horned King is summoned there. In the dance of fire and spell, The witches weave their magic well. [Outro] So in the woods of Salem, beware, For the Horned King is summoned there. In the dance of fire and spell, The witches weave their magic well.