A Witching Whore

In the shadows of a lustful ground
A woman reigns
Accumulating immoral pleasures
Her widow’s bed
Witch, bitch, she delights in decay
Where perversity mocking a saint
Ounce, beast, her trails are revenge
And eternal silence

Waiting for the blackened night
Darkness is her resting place
Maculated soul, a witching whore
Barbara, I cry thy name

The time turns beauty in suffer and disease
This body became a tomb
Fetid vagina, damaged teeth and skin
Rotting in life
Ancient witches reveals the secret
Black magic needs virgin blood
Searching for cure and victims
The death will land in newborn lambs

Waiting for the blackened night
Darkness is her resting place
Maculated soul, a witching whore
Barbara, I cry thy name

Lurking in the foudling wheels
In quest for innocent blood
The witch is loose
The pure is damned
Her shadow is hate
Her promise is death

Hoisted children upside down
A hole in the throat
Under the wires of tepid blood
A precious trance
Savoring and watering the ulcerous wounds
The moans I still hear
Bloodshed in sin, addictive curse
Her laught echoes forever

Waiting for the blackened night
Darkness is her resting place
Maculated soul, a witching whore
Barbara, I cry thy name