The Coven - The Great Witch-Hunt lyrics

Blessed be your spells, which have brought thee these ways Blessed be your lips that speak secret names Blessed be your womb... Blessed be the craft which light's bound to die Blessed be old world that crumbles in your fire Blessed be your womb, delivering demons of doom, yeah Such wickedness Can't be allowed Burn them down Man's grave disease Hanged at dawn... Into witch forests With flame and magic Into dark covens Into the temples Of unholy fire Into dark covens She was a witch I took her to stake To meet her fate Her pretty face At wrong end of my torch She had gone false Into witch forests With flame and magic Into dark covens Into witch forests With flame and magic Into dark covens, oh yeah