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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 eternal