Words of an ancient evil
Risen from the ground
Ancient and primeval
With the witches it's spirit is bound
A clouded mind under an evil spell
Trapped and tortured in a mental cell
Distorted screams and a primal yell
A creature worshipped in this satanic bethel
Of the witches no man can tell
Cursed and bathed in blood
Beaten and maimed with sardonic wrath
Live not those who cross it's path
It's putrid breath will melt their flesh
With teeth that rip and tear
Jaws that clamp and crush
Into bodies where blood will gush
Black pentagram burnt in the ground
Decapitated goats head spewing blood
Sacrifice the virgin, knife in their heart
Sing the hymns of the back art