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Sons of Perdition
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Witches
Magicians, witches, crones and bitches Withered crops and skin that itches Pagan prayers howled at the moon The hour of their destruction looms
Magicians, witches, crones and bitches They live not by our fair wishes Abhorrent gestures and ancient words Poison dram and bitter herbs
Magicians, witches, crones and bitches Backs bent 'neath our righteous switches They serve not the god we do So we break them under wheel and boot
Magicians, witches, crones and bitches In the caves and in the thickets They send vile prayers into the night Under their curse we do indict
Magicians, witches, crones and bitches They wallow in ill-gotten riches The butcher's blade will cut and carve So that our people shall not starve
Magicians, witches, crones and bitches The people have made their decision To cut them down in squalid sin To exterminate their kith and kin
Magicians, witches, crones and bitches Hang like fruit, necks broke and twisted Cast them into the abyss Lest they call up a dread eclipse
Magicians, witches, crones and bitches Dead eyes bulge and death nerve twitches We light them up in offering 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 We heed not their cries of suffering
Magicians, witches, crones and bitches Burn in piles or bloat in ditches We set their bodies all ablaze To cleanse the county of their ways
Magicians, witches, crones and bitches Pay not heed to our religion So blood is spilt and limbs are sawed For ours is such a jealous god
Magicians, witches, crones and bitches Buried deep in wells and trenches Where they'll whisper not another sound As they rot and run into the ground
Magicians, witches, crones and bitches With their inner sight and sundry stenches A shuffling horde of satan's slaves They claw out of their moldy graves
Magicians, witches, crones and bitches All that we have left are wishes Which we scream into empty skies Devoid of ears, devoid of eyes
Magicians, witches, crones and bitches We've left behind our superstitions We petition the celestial throne As they tear our flesh, as they break our bones
Magicians, witches, crones and bitches Pointing fingers, spiteful liches Even now they don't repent But feast on vengence long undreamt
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