The Last Redeemer

She sits without making a sound Staring at the paints on the wall A million books cover the ground She knows she's heading for a fall Quick as a flash She bends her head Uncovering her neck Lust reveals itself Tension fills the air The witch is here collecting your tears An occult magic unleashed She slams the door only with her voice She's casting a spell on your soul I'll never be a slave of your words In the midst of your demonic stronghold Praise her name, kneel for your trade Willpower is your escape We hear your desperate call We can do nothing at all A vile request i'll never allow Dismiss his spirit No place for him The painting is burning The books? Blazing The end of your witchcraft Die purified by fire