Lyrics

Four candles lean around the board
Dust lifts softly from the floor
Small hands circle letters, slow
They ask the dark what no one knows

She laughs, but her face turns pale
The wooden planchette leaves a trail
It spells a name no one should hear
That causes a stream of tears

The room grows cold, the lock clicks twice
An evil breath crawls under every line
They trade their secrets, one by one
The game is over no one won

Do you feel that pressure in your head?
Something answering what you said
Close your eyes, but don’t look back
There’s a second voice inside the black

You opened the door, now it lives in your thoughts
It feeds on the fear that the circle has bought
Your hands write the vow, your heart turns cold from the start
The board leaves behind its darkest mark

By morning, every mirror lies
A darker shape reflects in their eyes
They carve new symbols into wood
And call the ruin something good

The hallway fills with foul smells
They burn inside with fires of hell
Their whispered rules become commands
Blacken skin gathers on their hands

Do you feel that pressure in your head?
Something answering what you said
Cut the thread, but no going back
There’s a second voice inside the black

You opened the door, now it lives in your thoughts
It feeds on the fear that the circle has bought
Your hands write the vow, your heart turns cold from the start
The board leaves behind its darkest mark

Screams come rushing out
Screams from the evil one
We were children, now we kneel
To the thing we never thought was real

No name, no face, no soul untouched
We wanted answers, asked too much
The planchette moves beneath our skin
And every ritual lets it in

Turn the pointer
Speak the phrase
Feed the darkness
We sealed our fate
Dark hearts beating
Minds obeying
Open circle
No escaping

We opened the door, now it lives in our thoughts
It feeds on the fear that the circle has bought
Our hands write the vow, our heart turns cold from the start
The board leaves behind its darkest mark

Four candles drown beneath the rain
The board has stolen our names
No one touches it, but it moves
And something waits for us to choose