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
[Chorus]:
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
[Chorus]
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
[Chorus]
The dark silhouette of a Creature, poised, crouched on
the corner of a cliff's edge, waits eagerly...eyes glare
patiently, red eyes, full of fire and torment, gleam
with a frenzied brightness across the shadowed valleys below
A crack of thunder breaks the deafening silence which once ruled
the plains. The creature is unmoved by the commotion of the
noise and the blinding fork of lightning which strikes only a few
yards from where it lays - in wait - for something...
SATAN LAUGHS
Wings spread in a magnificent fullness, the creature stands in
full glory, inhaling deeply of the ice cold air, each tendon and muscle
ripping in an almighty stance of the great dimensional deity
LUCIFER SMILES
From the far far West, a chariot of fire emerges, traveling at a
tremendous speed towards the Creature
THE CREATURE LAUGHS
As if in a maddened state of mind, the Creature leaps up
off the ridge and hovers with dignity in the now cloudless sky,
it's long red hair blowing freely in the wind.
The chariot emerges, and with a sharp swift movement, the
creature takes the reins and flies off into the night, howling
out immortal cries in prediction of war...
AT WAR WITH SATAN
The warriors gather slowly 'round the sacred city, Hell
Satan screams a vengeance on the land his angels fell
Tyrants pray disaster for the land of love and trust
Demons plot a way to turn the Heavens into dust...
(to be continued...)
