Suffer a Witch to Live

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Suffer a Witch to Live

Deep within the midnight forest, a bonfire glows tonight.
Women dance in a clockwise circle covered in blood and seeking your demise.
They pray to a God with cloven hooves, crooked horns, and Hellfire eyes.
If He rises at the Witching Hour, all that you love will wither and die.
They bare the Devil's Mark.
A teat for the Beast to suckle upon.
They come in the form of a specter
tormenting you until dawn.
They fly in the dead of night on broken broomsticks through the sky
bidding you to sign your name in blood in His Black Book.
Give In
to the sin of temptation.
Be Damned.
Be counted amongst them!
They cannot be condemned
by so called righteous men.
Thou shall Suffer a Witch to Live.
Writhing in the ash filled soil, the scent of smoke draws to entice.
Reveling in their fornication, coven cries out in delight.
The time has come for the final offering.
A young maiden to be sacrificed.
She is split from groin to sternum. Hedonistic chants fill the night.
They bare the Devil's Mark.
A teat for the Beast to suckle upon.
They come in the form of a specter
tormenting you until dawn.
They fly in the dead of night on broken broomsticks through the sky
bidding you to sign your name in blood in His Black Book.
Give In
to the sin of temptation.
Be Damned.
Be counted amongst them!
They cannot be condemned
by so called righteous men.
Thou shall Suffer a Witch to Live.
The fire dims as the embers flicker, hissing like ten thousand snakes.
A coven awaits with anticipation, trembling on bended knees.
Violently the inferno ignites, ascending deep into the sky.
Through the flames emerges a figure.
Their Blessed King hath arrived.
He hath arrived.

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from Praise to the Black, released April 30, 2017

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