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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

[Peter]

Tva ne e nai-ljubimioto, ama da kajem, 4e e ot nai-ljubimite...

Artist: Earth Crisis
Album: Firestorm
Release Year: 1993
Label: Victory Records
Website: http://www.earthcrisis.cc/

EARTH CRISIS

Firestorm
Street by street. Block by block. Taking it all back.
The youth's immersed in poison--turn the tide counterattack.
Violence against violence, let the roundups begin.
A firestorm to purify the bane that society drowns in.
No mercy, no exceptions, a declaration of total war.
The innocents' defense is the reason it's waged for.

Born addicted, beaten and neglected.
Families torn apart, detroyed and abandoned.
Children sell their bodies, from their high they fall to drown.
Demons crazed by greed cut bystanders down.

A chemically tainted welfare generation.
Abslolute complete moral degeneration.

Born addicted, beaten and neglected.
Families torn apart, detroyed and abandoned.
Children sell their bodies, from their high they fall to drown.
Demons crazed by greed cut bystanders down.

Corrupt politicans, corrupt enforcement, drug lords and dealers; all must fall.
The helpless are crying out. We have risen to their call.
A firestorm to purify.