Every fifty years   I taste your children's tears   I bath in their blood   and feed on their fears      Every fifty years   I declare a war on purity   the fire of vengeance   still burns inside me      I remember fools   remember every one of you   your laughter and your mockery   have marked my heathen soul   (The Black Hill woods where you let me die   have now become my world of sin)      I gave my dreams to Demonlords   I allowed them to molest me   they raped, abused and tortured me   they filled me with their hatred      I travelled through the pits of Hell   and learnt the truth of suffering   I saw the visions of the damned   and shared their precious knowledge      Hexes and spells they taught me well   unholy incantations   the way to weave my nightmares   to manifest my malice      You run and run but you can't hide   your soul is slave to horror   you'll be entrapped into my world   of insanity and murder      Silence will soon fall again   into the Black Hill forest   and I will haunt the mortal's dreams   the legacy of the Blair Witch