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