Immolation's Fear

Intelligence or unlimited hatred My witches were burnt on the stake They came from chaos, where no gods dwell And they gone above the flames Mercy or unlimited stupidity My servants were crucified and impaled The came and gone feeling their week life All ships must die I give them immolation's fear I give the pleasure of long dying Procreate to give me new fleshes New witches, new servants I', the advocate and prosecutor in one Make a love, it's your doom - it brings new deaths!