The Cultists (99 Nights in the Forest)

We walked in shadows long before the fire
Knees in the dirt blood on the choir
The forest whispered we obeyed
The horned one came and we stayed
No fear of flame no breath to waste
We kill we chant we never break
We are the Cultists
We serve the Deer
We kneel in darkness
We hunt the fear
No flame can save you
No god comes near
Torchlight flickers we are here
Draw the bowstring taste your fear
Through branch and bone through rain and ash
We paint the ground with every clash
Each raid a gift each death a hymn
The forest grows when it's fed by sin
We are the Cultists
We serve the Deer
We kneel in darkness
We hunt the fear
No flame can save you
No god comes near
Our masks are carved from memory's scream
Our blades are sharp with broken dreams
The fire you build it does not burn
The Deer is watching you'll never return
We wear his crown upon our face
And march like drums of ancient hate
He walks behind us
He walks within
You hear the hooves
Then speak your sin
The children cry
The forest grins
The Deer is god
And we are kin
Ninety nine nights we bled and prayed
For every soul that disobeyed
Your names mean nothing your light is thin
We drag you screaming back to him
This is 99 Nights in the Forest blood for flame
You entered a curse not a game