Warlocks Grim & Withered Hags

O’ Prince of Hell, I bow to thee before thine blackened throne Your servants dwell in blasphemy wherever they may roam I vow to live in lechery, and may you walk behind Temptation plants its wicked seed within thine willing mind May the hangman take their souls From church to flaming hollow May the hangman drag their souls down Warlocks - one with the fire Withered hags - sink your claws into me Warlocks - in kirkyards conspire with death Tales of your iniquity, they travel through the night While Eden’s sweet serenity is raped with much delight Upon the tempest’s rugged wings, you ride o’er battered graves A reign of torment may you bring until the end o’ days Turn down the crucifix For the rabid scythe-wielding triple-six Turn down your crucifix now Warlocks - one with the fire Withered hags - sink your claws into me Warlocks - in kirkyards conspire with death Let kelpies wander the fjords And lanterns float in the mires The Queen of Winter, with hair white as snow Brings the fog where they hide Bewitched lands where the old gods still lurk Wild-hanging woods, the revered Devil’s church Treacherous mountains will take you And send you below Wraiths in the gloaming, they roam while you sleep The wind cuts through bones where grieving mothers weep Fare-you-well, straight to hell Into the abyss you drift Warlocks - one with the fire Withered hags - sink your claws into me Warlocks - in kirkyards conspire with death Warlocks - bound to His power Withered hags - cursing the Trinity Warlocks - the witching hour is here Now, onwards we go

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025