Black Spire - 3 Inches Of Blood

In the reaches of the old haunted trees

A place where legend speaks of terrible things

I’ve heard the rumors of the evil in the hills

Spire of the tower a beacon for the damned

Its force of will grips you like an unseen hand

A blacked spire rises high against the sky

Casting shadows on the land

You cannot turn away your mind has been possessed

Another victim to fulfill the darkened quest

Hollowed eyes of all the fools who came too near

Set upon the unsuspecting world below

Forged long ago in ancient forests

Now, alone it stands

Against this desolate earth

Since long before out time

These walls have unleashed plagues of war

These fools have unleashed plagues of war

Into the land

Long ago an ancient malice left its mark

Awoken by the curiosity of men

Black spire looms above the edifice of pain

Calling all its allies to rise up from the pit

Drawn towards seduction and the power of the curse

The thunder of chaos boils in the sky

For on this infernal night the human race dies

Force of will, cold and cruel, can’t resist, power of the curse