Don't Burn the Witch/At War with Satan - Preview

The witches brew a pot of hate With lizard, but and man With a smile they laugh their spells Astir with wretched hand Calling demons baphomet And mephistopheles The tattered firyres 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 Beastial malevolence Is chartered in their bones Leave the unreal house of God And 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 heart and blood of men In cauldrons laced in sin Add the arsenic, hemlock, pus Triumph takes the wings _______________ The dark silouette of the creature Poised, crouched on the corner of a cliffs edge Waits eagerly, eyes glare patiently. Red eyes filled with fire and torment Gleam in the frenzied brightness Across the shadowed vallies below. A crack of thunder breaks the deafening silence Which once ruled the planes, the creature is unmoved By the commotion and the noise, and the blinding fork Of lightening which strikes only a few yards from where Lays it wait for something... Satan laughs, wings spread to magnificent fullness, The creature stands at full glory, inhaling deeply The ice cold air each tender muscle rippling in The almighty stench of the great dimentional diety... Lucifer smiles, from the far far west a chariot of fire Emerges travelling at a tremendous speed toward the Creature, the creature laughs as if in an immense State of frenzy the creature leaps up off the ridge And hollers with dignity in the now cloudless sky Its long red hair blowing freely in the wind... The chariot emerges and with a sharp swift movement The creature takes the reigns and flies up into the Night, howling out immortal cries, a prediction Of war, At war with Satan! Warriors gather slowly around The sacred city, Hell Satan screams a vengance On the land as the angels fell Tyrants pray disaster for the Land of love and trust Demons plot a way to turn The Heavens into dust.