Heed me jailor....she will come!
Come with a mighty thwack of light.
You can not hold me long from her-
She rides with thunder on the night.

My silent plea has stirred her heart-
My anguished cry has rent her dream.
These dungeon walls can not but keep-
This tortured servant from his Queen.

Is it not said I am her Priest?
The fallen Saint she charmed to bed?
Of Lords and Knights on bended knee-
T'is I! The Warlock she so wed!

Dare you mock me yet you fool?
Does not my battered flesh suffice?
Rid me of these chains of death-
That she may spare your wretched life!

Ah..., how watchfully you guard you key.
Heh, heh, heh, you would do well!
For when the Witch is summonsed forth-
You'll burn in everlasting hell!

Eko Eko Azarak
Eko Eko Zamilak
Eko Eko Cernunnos
Eko Eko Aradia

April 23, 1994
T.N.W. aka Chad