The witches brew a pot of hate With lizard, bat and man With a smile they laugh their spells And stir with wretched hand Calling Demons Baphomet And Mephistopheles The tattered figures cackle As their mortal victims bleed
Don't burn the witch The ways of Hell aren't wrong Don't burn the witch Let them brew their song
The witches of the blackened arts Are cunning, cruel and mean Persecuted by religion God the man unseen Bestial malevolence Is chartered in their bones Leave the unreal house of God Burn in hell at home
Don't burn the witch The ways of Hell aren't wrong Don't burn the witch Let them brew their song
Eye of lizard, wing of bat Testicle of man Tongue of eagle, brain of rat Jesus Christ's left hand
The witches make the voodoo doll A toy taboo in heaven They dance around the pentagram In search of rape by Satan Leave the hearts and blood of men In cauldrons laced in sin Add the arsenic hemlock pus Triumph takes the wings
Don't burn the witch The ways of Hell aren't wrong Don't burn the witch Let them brew their songTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
