Witch Hunt

Beneath a grim silence of the night and the flames of a fireSkyclad rituals of divination for a perverse blasphemyThe witches coveted under the cloak of a blood soaked moonCollecting themselves woefully around the stone coffinsDestined from birth to pitSet on the wretched pathCavorting with the devilChanting your epitaphRecipients of the markAll concubines of hellAwait the trials, you willIn deepest dungeons dwellIn league and now possessedYou're tied from neck to feetStill refusing to confessYou suffer as you bleedCast out the voice of demonYour spoken tongue be silencedInfernal powers, blood from a flaskDark communion, sin is unmaskedSigned your name in red book of deathYour dark faith now put to the testBurning, contorting, twisting, suffering, suffocate, smolder, die!Above the box of cats you'll burn in the wake of Hell!Conjurer, enchanter, magician, occultist, sorceress, pythoness, die!Buried, forgotten, cursed, in a nameless unmarked grave!Wicked planswicked deedsNow you beg upon your kneesFinal curtainLast mistakeWatch you burn upon the stakeWitch hunt Witch huntNevermoreEvoking spellBrought by cart to Gallows hillHangman's nooseEnds your daysForgot beneath the rocks you layWitch huntBitch cuntWitch huntBitch cunt