The Conjuring
Where would I be now*
Without my little star?
Without the knowledge how
To come down from my hill
To face and evil eye
And emperor with a quill
Oh where would I be now
Without my old grimoire?
Hiding in the dark
Sniffling in the trees
A beast doomed with a mark waiting
For the point
Step into the circle Astaroth anoint
Give us the power
To slay our enemies
Give the dreadful word
Give the dreadful word
Give to me the word
Give to me the word
Give it up to me
Give it to me now