Return Of The Feasting Witch
My grandfather hunted witches
when he was a young man.
He would always find them guilty
and then burn them...
"Mother, grandfathers dead in his bed
and his head has been chewed on..."
My father hunts witches now...
he's a holy man; he lives by the bible...
he hunts the witches, condemn them,
hurts their bodies and burns them...
"...but now he's not moving and he's smiling from ear to ear,
and he's drooling red..."
I've seen my mother nude and I've seen mine own reflection.
I've seen my mother enyoing anal love with dogs and hairy demons...
"...and the death of my father and grandfather don't bother me,
but the taste of their meat upsets my stomach..."
The sleeping plague has awakened...
The vampiric witch is satad...
Mother of all impurity...
Ave, thy hated heart, ave...
El Regreso de la Bruja Festiva
Mi abuelo cazaba brujas
cuando era joven.
Siempre las encontraba culpables
y luego las quemaba...
"Madre, abuelo está muerto en su cama
y su cabeza ha sido mordida..."
Mi padre caza brujas ahora...
es un hombre santo; vive por la biblia...
caza a las brujas, las condena,
lastima sus cuerpos y las quema...
"...pero ahora no se mueve y está sonriendo de oreja a oreja,
y babea rojo..."
He visto a mi madre desnuda y he visto mi propia reflexión.
He visto a mi madre disfrutando del amor anal con perros y demonios peludos...
"...y la muerte de mi padre y abuelo no me molesta,
pero el sabor de su carne me revuelve el estómago..."
La plaga dormida ha despertado...
La bruja vampírica está sentada...
Madre de toda impureza...
Ave, tu odiado corazón, ave...