Don't Burn the Witch / At War with Satan (Introduction)

The witches brew a pot of hate With lizard, bat and man With a smile they laugh their spells And stir with wretched hand Calling Demons Baphomet And Mephistopheles The tattered figures 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 Bestial malevolence Is chartered in their bones Leave the unreal house of God 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 hearts and blood of men In cauldrons laced in sin Add the arsenic hemlock pus Triumph takes the wings [Chorus] The dark silhouette of a Creature, poised, crouched on the corner of a cliff's edge, waits eagerly...eyes glare patiently, red eyes, full of fire and torment, gleam with a frenzied brightness across the shadowed valleys below A crack of thunder breaks the deafening silence which once ruled the plains. The creature is unmoved by the commotion of the noise and the blinding fork of lightning which strikes only a few yards from where it lays - in wait - for something... SATAN LAUGHS Wings spread in a magnificent fullness, the creature stands in full glory, inhaling deeply of the ice cold air, each tendon and muscle ripping in an almighty stance of the great dimensional deity LUCIFER SMILES From the far far West, a chariot of fire emerges, traveling at a tremendous speed towards the Creature THE CREATURE LAUGHS As if in a maddened state of mind, the Creature leaps up off the ridge and hovers with dignity in the now cloudless sky, it's long red hair blowing freely in the wind. The chariot emerges, and with a sharp swift movement, the creature takes the reins and flies off into the night, howling out immortal cries in prediction of war... AT WAR WITH SATAN The warriors gather slowly 'round the sacred city, Hell Satan screams a vengeance on the land his angels fell Tyrants pray disaster for the land of love and trust Demons plot a way to turn the Heavens into dust... (to be continued...)