The devil's eye, prised, excised, burned from the skulls of witches Woods from which once the spirits so loudly howled The work is done by spiel and apparatus But God is silent, while people chatter Conjurer – VNVNHVX Make of me a weapon, make me a vessel of proof One by one we go into the dark The movement itself is the only truth Before the light, beforе law, the carnal drama unfolds Beneath thе gaze, the scalpel speaks what the body withholds Witch war! The world unwound by spiel and apparatus But Nature is silent, while people chatter