An invocation of their lord
To fight satan’s hordes
A whisper in the dark
But all their glory and their love
Could never match her blood
So black and cruel her heart
She wished upon a morning star
To desecrate the holy cross
Her skin as pale as snow
Once she swore that cryptic vow
The circle can’t be broken now
Her soul condemned below
The spell is cast
All hail witchcraft
Aren’t we all just k**ing time
Until one day it’s lost
Heads hung or hands held high
Mortal woes left behind
And dust will turn to dust
But witches never die
And now only time will tell
If her corpse resides in hell
And burns forevermore
They saw her body laid to rest
But heart bewitched and soul possessed
Here lies the devil’s who*e