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[ISTORIK]

VenoM - Don't burn the witch!!!

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

[Adi_007]

VenoM - Don't burn the witch!!!The witches brew a pot of hatewith lizard, but and man,With a smile, they laugh their spellsAstir, with wretched hand,calling demons - Baphometand Mephistopheles...The tattered firyres cackleas 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 songThe witches of the blackened artsare cunning, cruel and mean,persecuted by religion.God - the man unseenbeastial malevolenceis chartered in their bones...Leave the unreal house of Godand 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 menin cauldrons laced in sin,add the arsenic, hemlock, pustriumph takes the wings

The beauty spot was borrowedNow my sweet knife rusts tomorrowI'm a confession that is waiting to be heardBurn your empty rain down on meWhisper your deathbeat so softlyWe bend our knees at the altar of my egoYou drained my heart, you made a spadeBut there's still traces of me in your veinsYou drained my heart and made a spadeThere's still traces of me in your veinsAll my lilies' mouths are openLike they're beggin' for dope and hopin'But their pedal gently can kick, you won't be backAll the timing that is sorrowOf all the faces I've acquiredWe secure the shadow here, the sun fills faceYou drained my heart and made a spadeBut there's still traces of me in your veinsAnd we said, till we die.... (Marilyn Manson ~ "Spade")