Hexvessel Superstitious Currents song lyrics

Conceived with the autumn

A viper at his feet

with eyes like the keyholes

of magic city gates

A crooked child of specters

A sign from above

Who saw the stars on gravestones

and sung the sky in blood

Born into the cauldron of the witch

superstitious currents pull me under

to deathward spirit spells of ghost-land rites

in a coven craft of mysteries and wonder

Incarnated over and over

With stories that raised all the hairs on their heads

He saw saints in the stairways

and spoke with the dead

They said he was a cursed child

Possessed by unclean forms

With angels at his bedside and devils at his door