Dunwich child You know not your fathers name Dope numbs the pain Ascend dark wooded hills to kane Your mothers witches Burnt at the stake for sorcery You were conceived Upon the altar, rites obscene
Child of Dunwich rise You have your fathers eyes Child of Dunwich rise End the world that you despise
Dunwich child, Of whispered past now they'll learn High on the hill Black clouds gather, now they'll burn Bay at the stars Why was I born at all? Hear voices of doom From other world your fathers call