Venom Don't Burn the Witch / At War With Satan song lyrics
Venom Don't Burn the Witch / At War With Satan song lyrics
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
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
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.