Invocation
Can't escape the wolf.
Hanging on, beaten down,
Look into the sensaround. Their eyes,
The Devils at the door.
She's coming through the night,
Into a memory long gone.
She speaks like she don't understand,
Where she's been since time began.
And the spell can't be broken, Till she's awoken in the invocation's eyes.
Autor(es): Damien DeVille / Dante Savarelle / Dominic Lavey