Vicious incantations ignite the witches spell,
This may sound satanic but its nothing close to hell
The dripping flesh from searing heat your tied to the stake
chanting writes of black magic has been your last mistake
Sign of the pentagram my friend its not from hell
Protection form betraying souls and the promises they tell
Found by the villagers upon your hard wood floor
Your past neighbourly deeds soon forgotten and ignored
Judgement day is here no intention of a trial
Innocence is overlooked no use in denial
Tied to a stake as you foresee early demise
Staring at your cursed wood the flames start to rise
According to contrary belief the practice of black magic has ceased
Never to be sought, burned at the stake if you are caught
Fearful spells enter your mind, asphyxiation of a different kind
Rancid and raw, grotesque painful blisters
Blemish your skin ,
(Second time) and drag you in for your last sin
Clouds of smoke fill your face, your whole families name disgraced
But with time they might forget, two generations haven’t yet
They are fools to kill you now other ways they know not how
You were cool society slave , now your dead without a grave...
A new compilation series featuring cat-loving metal bands from every state donating their tracks for local animal welfare organizations. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 12, 2018