Katharsis

The wytches, wytches black they are
They feast, they feast upon man's heart
Their lorde has summoned them by spell
To gather, in his realm to dwell
Creatures of death, creatures of night
Conjure the endless evil force
Who knoweth no mercy nor'll give in
To those who seek to ban its source
The wytches dance in limping line
The blood of holy is their wyne
The bones of infants are their throne
They have no fear, they won't atone
Satanickrite shall find no end
To end all life, from hell they're sent
His great return, the only goal
For this, they shall reap ev'ry soul
So go! & meet the master's ram
Girl, come to join these women
Become his servant whilst thou canst
Drink blood, conceive his semen
Cauldrens are boiling, mysteries red
Of venom & spyces to wayke up the dead
Gathering hellwhores,
& then comes their lorde
Their dark minds shall follow,
Their flesh is to rot
Will rot in a dreame of his splendour&grace
Remember the sabbath, another one waith
Embrace lustful wrayths exstasy wet&hot
By nighte-fall they swarm out to head for the spot
Where altars of stone, blood-stained, wayte under trees
A place long forgotten,
So others can't see
Far out in the woods servants vyle
Have their shrine
To mate with their master
In nockturnal rite