The song of whippoorwills fills the evening air
Outside a boarded farm house, beyond nowhere
It hides in the attic practicing twisted magic
Don't panic, just lock your doors

What waits in the dark isolation
Crossbreed with the blood of the ancients
The pages and language spell containment
Or ruination with each incantation
Nightfall brings a chorus of horrors
Generated from the home on hill where the dark is like torture
But nevermore will this village of the damned be safe

Behind a human mask, a beast awaits
Seeking an ancient scripture, an open gate
It hides in the shadows, fighting a vatic battle
Don't panic, just close your eyes

In the book of the dead is the passage
The directive to open the channels enfeeble the barricade
Inter-dimensional enchantment, the rift of the planets in fabric
The goatman stalks through the hallways
For the skinbound text to recite and destroy
And tear asunder the fibers holding together our very reality

It's an ancient curse, something not of earth
This is the horror that befell this town

Welcome to the village of dunwich life is not what it seems
It's not what you see that destroys you
It's a force, so dark, so malevolent, terror incarnate
Welcome to a place where the birds catch souls as their pray
As the afternoon fades into dusk and the dirt roads
Scatter paths as if shouting precaution to visitors,
Pleading to run