Trial By Fire

Arise ancient evil
Black supremacy, sensual bitch
Draped in fire and darkness
Your witchcraft haunts my dreams
Delightful evil sins
I will be your morbid count

The black countess
Who once crossed the fields of furnace fire
The very desert of her haunted soul
To embrace the paragon of sin
A needle in the eye of God
You danced in the fire

Taste the infant's blood
Upon your bleached bones
Hate so old, cold
Possess me!

Their bones shall burn on the stake
As they once burned your flesh
I will kill their serpent smiles
Fire