Cast Down

In shadowed glen where moonlight dies
And whispers rise to blackened skies
The heathen throng in secret meet
To bow before their gods’ dread feet

A crimson fire illumes the night
Its glow a curse, its warmth a blight
The air is thick with ashen breath
A hymn to chaos, wrought in death

Their chants, a wail of fractured tone
Do summon powers dark, unknown
With twisted rites and forms obscene
They crown the void their shadowed queen

The altar, stained with lifeblood spilt
Is carved with signs of ancient guilt
Each line, a wound in holy space
Each stroke, a mark of time’s disgrace

A child’s scream rends the midnight’s air
Its echo binds the spirits there
The elders dance with eyes aglow
As wrathful shapes begin to show

Through misted haze and smoking pyres
Come forms of wrath and star-born fires
Their limbs unbound by earthly laws
Their visages defy all cause

These bloody gods of eldritch kin
With grins of malice, feed on sin
Their voices quake the mountain’s stone
Their wills make flesh and marrow groan

"O fools," they cry, "who call us near
You’ve sung your doom, you've chained your fear
For once invoked, we do not part
Your souls are now our banquet’s heart."  

The dawn shall find no trace nor bone
The glen is hushed, the fire gone
Yet still, the trees in whispers keep  
The blasphemy that shadows sleep

And those who tread that haunted ground
Shall hear the cries, the dreadful sound
Of pagan rites in moonlit glade
Where gods of blood in horror stayed