Mion's Hill - Witches Vomit lyrics

Entrails are boiling, in the cauldron of dess Infernal spells, you'll be possessed Virulent brew, made by pus, vomit and blood Swallowed in conjures a deadly rectal flood The stench of her puke, torments your soul Poisonous liquid squirts from her mole Repellent beings, crawl out of her eyes She laughs at the sight, as humanity dies Witches Vomit