Crucify Me Gently - Occultist
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Long ago there was a city,
Hidden in forest and protected from everything.
People lived there in harmony,
Except the one old man.

Occultist who hated everyone and everything,
Worshiped to the spirits of nature.

He worshiped the Earth to bring the earthquake upon the city,
He worshiped the Moon to bring the endless rain.

He had dreamed about people,
Throwing their children from the peak of the mountain,
One by one were thrown in pit,
And parents could do nothing with it.

Than their turn would come,
Under the cries of dead children,
They jumped after them.
Heavy bodies would crush survived...
Dreams like this the old man had every night.

The old man started worship the Sun,
So it would descend and burn the whole town.
He felt his helplessness,
And knew this was his last attempt.

Day by day he was on his knees,
He called to spirits from above and beneath.
So once his pleas were heard,
And he could not believe his eyes.

The whole city was burning,
And he was burning with it.
The great fire started,
From his blazing body.

Screams were so loud,
So the ears started to bleed.
Thankful to the Gods,
That his hatred was finally freed.