Relic of Befouled Incantations Lyrics

First you must capture a toad
For the extraction of alchemical contents
Obviously, it must be skinned
And pinned to an ant hill's entrance

When the remains are finally dry
Waiting in your pocket for the harvest
Plunge them into a stream
One bone will float the farthest

Possessed by the shadow of a presence
As you run stumbling through the valley
Til at last you make your grasp
For glory or for folly

At the stroke of the witching hour
Crush the relic in a bowl
Imbued by the snorting of the powder
With a gift of bestial control

The noble are launched from their horses
Snapping their necks on the rocks
Serpents slither up maidens thighs
Visibly wet through their frocks

Now harness three toads to a toad [?]
Let them run free with their chariot
Across the crops never to grow again
A curse they'll never forget

A toad man should spread his mischief
Til every woman and child is crying
And every man lies dead on the ground
Without a reason for dying

If true wickedness lies in your heart
As in this foul incantation
Obey these few simple rules
Of toad man initation