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The witches brew a pot of hatewith lizard, but and manwith a smile they laugh their spellsastir with wretched handcalling demons baphometand mephistophelesthe tattered firyres cackleas their mortal victims bleeddon't burn the witchthe ways of hell aren't wrongdon't burn the witchlet them brew their songthe witches of the blackened artsare cunning, cruel and meanpersecuted by religion
God the man unseenbeastial malevolenceis chartered in their bonesleave the unreal house of Godand burn in hell at homeeye of lizardwing of battesticle of mantongue of eaglebrain of rat
Jesus Christ's left handthe witches make the voodoo dolla toy taboo in heaventhey dance around the pentagramin search of rape by satanleave the heart and blood of menin cauldrons laced in sinadd the arsenic, hemlock, pustriumph takes the wings
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