The Conjuring

Button-down Brujo, just a sociopath
Forbidden words are spoken, and the runes are cast
Psychopathic possessor, silent oppressor
You deceive while deceived, it’s a tangled web you weave
The conjuring
It lives!
It’s in the trees!
It lives!
Immaterial Scucca, unseen icy grip
You called the darkness, with accursed parchment
It’s getting darker, do you feel the fire?
Cause I passed back the runes, now the black spot’s back on you
The conjuring
It lives!
It’s in the trees!
It lives!