| The witches brew a pot of hate
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| With lizard, bat and man
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| With a smile they laugh their spells
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| And stir with wretched hand
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| Calling Demons Baphomet
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| And Mephistopheles
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| The tattered figures cackle
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| As their mortal victims bleed
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| Don’t burn the witch
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| The ways of Hell aren’t wrong
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| Don’t burn the witch
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| Let them brew their song
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| The witches of the blackened arts
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| Are cunning, cruel and mean
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| Persecuted by religion
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| God the man unseen
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| Bestial malevolence
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| Is chartered in their bones
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| Leave the unreal house of God
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| Burn in hell at home
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| Don’t burn the witch
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| The ways of Hell aren’t wrong
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| Don’t burn the witch
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| Let them brew their song
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| Eye of lizard, wing of bat
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| Testicle of man
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| Tongue of eagle, brain of rat
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| Jesus Christ’s left hand
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| The witches make the voodoo doll
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| A toy taboo in heaven
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| They dance around the pentagram
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| In search of rape by Satan
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| Leave the hearts and blood of men
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| In cauldrons laced in sin
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| Add the arsenic hemlock pus
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| Triumph takes the wings
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| Don’t burn the witch
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| The ways of Hell aren’t wrong
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| Don’t burn the witch
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| Let them brew their song |