Warrior, sorceress, solitary witch Armored in fur, bones and leather Dark priestess with cinders on your tongue Brought to power when you were so young Into initiation, a child of damnation Morning sun shines into the canyon Blade of the athame reflects the light Talisman upon the breast, an invocation And a cocktail of wormwood, oil and wine And so begins the rite...
Heathen woman come cast your spell on me Obsessed by you, possessed by you Trapped in your pentagram, your wish is my command Oh baby, we're gonna burn!
(2nd) Heathen woman come lay your hands on me You are the object of death and doom Black robes and candlelight Invoking lunar rites, standing at the edge of the world
Bathed in blood, pagan queen The glow of burning churches in your eyes Messenger of Lucifer, envoy of the devil I am in your icy grip now For mighty is your kingdom, and mighty is your hand Empress, mystic mistress risen from the depths Demons calling your name No confession, inquisition can't take you down No masters, no gods, You reign supreme and eternalTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
