Whirl, horror, most infamous thrill   Master, skeleton, take my hand   Lest the spiraled, give me my wrists   I don't fear you... want to be your friend      The spirits rise around me   Waiting on them to be   Black night feed me   They're always around me      And the spirit of that fell witch   Once dreamed about and never forgotten    Well, the body of that witch   Slice into, awake the flesh      Slice in circles, spiral thither   Patterns flog the Keeper's beast   Cowers 'neath the eyes he meets   I kill you... so many times...      Why don't you die...   Why don't you die...   I want you to die...