Don't Burn the Witch/At War with Satan - Preview Lyrics


The witches brew a pot of hate

With lizard, but and man

With a smile they laugh their spells

Astir with wretched hand

Calling demons baphomet

And mephistopheles

The tattered firyres 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

Beastial malevolence

Is chartered in their bones

Leave the unreal house of God

And 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 heart and blood of men

In cauldrons laced in sin

Add the arsenic, hemlock, pus

Triumph takes the wings

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The dark silouette of the creature

Poised, crouched on the corner of a cliffs edge

Waits eagerly, eyes glare patiently.

Red eyes filled with fire and torment

Gleam in the frenzied brightness

Across the shadowed vallies below.

A crack of thunder breaks the deafening silence

Which once ruled the planes, the creature is unmoved

By the commotion and the noise, and the blinding fork

Of lightening which strikes only a few yards from where

Lays it wait for something...

Satan laughs, wings spread to magnificent fullness,

The creature stands at full glory, inhaling deeply

The ice cold air each tender muscle rippling in

The almighty stench of the great dimentional diety...

Lucifer smiles, from the far far west a chariot of fire

Emerges travelling at a tremendous speed toward the

Creature, the creature laughs as if in an immense

State of frenzy the creature leaps up off the ridge

And hollers with dignity in the now cloudless sky

Its long red hair blowing freely in the wind...

The chariot emerges and with a sharp swift movement

The creature takes the reigns and flies up into the

Night, howling out immortal cries, a prediction

Of war,

At war with Satan!

Warriors gather slowly around

The sacred city, Hell

Satan screams a vengance

On the land as the angels fell

Tyrants pray disaster for the

Land of love and trust

Demons plot a way to turn

The Heavens into dust.