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Katharine Mcphee - Wytchdance lyrics

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Wytchdance by Katharine Mcphee

The wytches, wytches black they are
They feast, they feast upon man's heart
Their lorde has summoned them by spell
To gather, in his realm to dwell
Creatures of death, creatures of night
Conjure the endless evil force
Who knoweth no mercy nor'll give in
To those who seek to ban it's source
The wytches dance in limping line
The blood of holy is their wyne
The bones of infants are their throne
They have no fear, they won't atone
Satanickrite shall find no end
To end all life, from hell they're sent
His great return, the only goal
For this, they shall reap every soul
So go! and meet the master's ram
Girl, come to join these women
Become his servant whilst thou canst
Drink blood, conceive his semen
Cauldrens are boiling, mysteries red
Of venom and spyces to wayke up the dead
Gathering hellwhores,
And then comes their lorde
Their dark minds shall follow,
Their flesh is to rot
Will rot in a dreame of his splendour and grace
Remember the sabbath, another one waith
Embrace lustful wrayths exstasy wet and hot
By nighte-fall they swarm out to head for the spot
Where altars of stone, blood-stained, wayte under trees
A place long forgotten,
So others can't see
Far out in the woods servants vyle
Have their shrine
To mate with their master
In nockturnal rite
An orgy of riches and infinite lust
Lorde Satan is generous
Yet obey him they must
Doe all what he sayeth, most of all,
Bring him lives, their duty they
Followe by grim sacrifices
New souls must be draught,
Full of innocence and youth,
Into their communion,
Tonight it'll be thou
Initiation to unspeakable cults
So do what they wish, fuck the priest
From the vault and next, take the
Daggers and open thine veins
Some sharp lethall cuts,
Watch a scene so insane
The ground seems to open,
Thy body is torne
The knife-blade was poisoned
And thou art reborn
Cause out of the deep lift
The spirits of olde
And drink from thine pale wrist
And see what thou sold
The contract is signed,
Now thou art one of the wytches
A vicious black core
In a shell dead and colde
Inside the red circle,
A sister of lore
A knower of wonders
Unthinkable before
Thou slaughterst a childe
For it's the demonlorde's will
Thy pleasure is sin
And thy mission -- to kill

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