Wicked Feast
A Dark, Ominous Track
Verse 1
The table's set in candlelight,
Silver glimmers in the night,
But something stirs beneath the plate,
A feast awaits, sealed by fate.
The wine runs thick, the bread is black,
A curse that none can take back.
You taste the sweetness on your tongue,
But the darkness has already begun.
Pre-Chorus
Whispers in the walls, they creep,
Through the feast where shadows seep.
What's been served is more than food,
A wicked spell, dark and crude.
Chorus
At the Wicked Feast, your soul's the price,
Every bite you take, a roll of the dice.
The air is thick with secrets untold,
A meal of sin, served cold.
At the Wicked Feast, the curse is cast,
Each dish is darker than the last.
Your hunger grows, but beware the cost,
For at this table, all is lost.
Verse 2
The meat is tender, the fruit is sweet,
But underneath, it hides deceit.
The vegetables glow with eerie light,
Casting shadows in the night.
Your stomach twists, your vision blurs,
Yet still, you crave more sinister lures.
Each bite drags you further down,
A twisted grin, a silent frown.
Pre-Chorus
The silverware clinks with evil's grin,
With every taste, you invite it in.
A banquet blessed with ancient spells,
Each course a gateway to darkened hells.
Chorus
At the Wicked Feast, your soul's the price,
Every bite you take, a roll of the dice.
The air is thick with secrets untold,
A meal of sin, served cold.
At the Wicked Feast, the curse is cast,
Each dish is darker than the last.
Your hunger grows, but beware the cost,
For at this table, all is lost.
Bridge
The bread of lies, the wine of sin,
What you devour consumes within.
The curse is strong, the spell is deep,
Now you belong where shadows sleep.
Each bite, a chain, each sip, a bind,
You leave your body far behind.
In this feast, there's no escape,
A prisoner of your own fate.
Chorus
At the Wicked Feast, your soul's the price,
Every bite you take, a roll of the dice.
The air is thick with secrets untold,
A meal of sin, served cold.
At the Wicked Feast, the curse is cast,
Each dish is darker than the last.
Your hunger grows, but beware the cost,
For at this table, all is lost.
Outro
The candles fade, the shadows rise,
The Wicked Feast has claimed its prize.
You leave the table, cold and pale,
Another soul to tell the tale.
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Wicked Feast
A Dark, Ominous Track
Verse 1
The table's set in candlelight,
Silver glimmers in the night,
But something stirs beneath the plate,
A feast awaits, sealed by fate.
The wine runs thick, the bread is black,
A curse that none can take back.
You taste the sweetness on your tongue,
But the darkness has already begun.
Pre-Chorus
Whispers in the walls, they creep,
Through the feast where shadows seep.
What's been served is more than food,
A wicked spell, dark and crude.
Chorus
At the Wicked Feast, your soul's the price,
Every bite you take, a roll of the dice.
The air is thick with secrets untold,
A meal of sin, served cold.
At the Wicked Feast, the curse is cast,
Each dish is darker than the last.
Your hunger grows, but beware the cost,
For at this table, all is lost.
Verse 2
The meat is tender, the fruit is sweet,
But underneath, it hides deceit.
The vegetables glow with eerie light,
Casting shadows in the night.
Your stomach twists, your vision blurs,
Yet still, you crave more sinister lures.
Each bite drags you further down,
A twisted grin, a silent frown.
Pre-Chorus
The silverware clinks with evil's grin,
With every taste, you invite it in.
A banquet blessed with ancient spells,
Each course a gateway to darkened hells.
Chorus
At the Wicked Feast, your soul's the price,
Every bite you take, a roll of the dice.
The air is thick with secrets untold,
A meal of sin, served cold.
At the Wicked Feast, the curse is cast,
Each dish is darker than the last.
Your hunger grows, but beware the cost,
For at this table, all is lost.
Bridge
The bread of lies, the wine of sin,
What you devour consumes within.
The curse is strong, the spell is deep,
Now you belong where shadows sleep.
Each bite, a chain, each sip, a bind,
You leave your body far behind.
In this feast, there's no escape,
A prisoner of your own fate.
Chorus
At the Wicked Feast, your soul's the price,
Every bite you take, a roll of the dice.
The air is thick with secrets untold,
A meal of sin, served cold.
At the Wicked Feast, the curse is cast,
Each dish is darker than the last.
Your hunger grows, but beware the cost,
For at this table, all is lost.
Outro
The candles fade, the shadows rise,
The Wicked Feast has claimed its prize.
You leave the table, cold and pale,
Another soul to tell the tale.
A Dark, Ominous Track
Verse 1
The table's set in candlelight,
Silver glimmers in the night,
But something stirs beneath the plate,
A feast awaits, sealed by fate.
The wine runs thick, the bread is black,
A curse that none can take back.
You taste the sweetness on your tongue,
But the darkness has already begun.
Pre-Chorus
Whispers in the walls, they creep,
Through the feast where shadows seep.
What's been served is more than food,
A wicked spell, dark and crude.
Chorus
At the Wicked Feast, your soul's the price,
Every bite you take, a roll of the dice.
The air is thick with secrets untold,
A meal of sin, served cold.
At the Wicked Feast, the curse is cast,
Each dish is darker than the last.
Your hunger grows, but beware the cost,
For at this table, all is lost.
Verse 2
The meat is tender, the fruit is sweet,
But underneath, it hides deceit.
The vegetables glow with eerie light,
Casting shadows in the night.
Your stomach twists, your vision blurs,
Yet still, you crave more sinister lures.
Each bite drags you further down,
A twisted grin, a silent frown.
Pre-Chorus
The silverware clinks with evil's grin,
With every taste, you invite it in.
A banquet blessed with ancient spells,
Each course a gateway to darkened hells.
Chorus
At the Wicked Feast, your soul's the price,
Every bite you take, a roll of the dice.
The air is thick with secrets untold,
A meal of sin, served cold.
At the Wicked Feast, the curse is cast,
Each dish is darker than the last.
Your hunger grows, but beware the cost,
For at this table, all is lost.
Bridge
The bread of lies, the wine of sin,
What you devour consumes within.
The curse is strong, the spell is deep,
Now you belong where shadows sleep.
Each bite, a chain, each sip, a bind,
You leave your body far behind.
In this feast, there's no escape,
A prisoner of your own fate.
Chorus
At the Wicked Feast, your soul's the price,
Every bite you take, a roll of the dice.
The air is thick with secrets untold,
A meal of sin, served cold.
At the Wicked Feast, the curse is cast,
Each dish is darker than the last.
Your hunger grows, but beware the cost,
For at this table, all is lost.
Outro
The candles fade, the shadows rise,
The Wicked Feast has claimed its prize.
You leave the table, cold and pale,
Another soul to tell the tale.
Writer: Richard Girard
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC