A darksome night, a gibbous moon
Illuminates the towering spires
In the city of night, as all fell silent
No single fire pierced through the night

But no one could sleep within the fortress
For in the tower of blood resides
The undying ancient Hag-Queen
In her cadaverous glory

Her sunken eyes glittered like crystals
Awaiting carnage to commence
Rejuvenation awaits

Beware
The screams as soon the portals
Of the temple fly open!

In obscene, macabre orgies the sisterhood of murder danced
Their naked bodies smeared with gore, they sang their songs
of decadence
Bloodchilling wailings of perverted pleasure they howled as
they brandished their ritual knives
Ready to honour the great Lord of Murder commited to take
countless innocent lives

Death Night comes round, I hold my ritual once year
By bathing in blood I shall restore my lost beauty

Mortified
A withered crone’s mourning her grace long passed by
untold aeons
One murderous Night
Her sisters collect what she needs to restore her old
proportions

Collect the victims lifeblood

Its all witches hour
Lock your doors and shiver and wait til dawnbreak

This night is witches night

Through windows barred through bolted doors
The brides of murder took their prey
They dragged their victims to the temple
Its yawning maw draped in flayed skin
Nothing was left of these unfortunates
But for their screams heard from within

Cruel gods adored in barbarous pleasure
Collect vermillion treasure
Sanguine liquid power

Drink their screams, cut their veins, revel in rituals obscene
On Death Night, witches night, the Lord of Murder’s with
his brides
Shedding skins, malicious grins, cutting out what lies within
Kill their lot, spill their guts drain them of their crimson
blood

A steaming cauldron s waiting

Your bathroom is prepared
Immerse yourself, renew yourself in the flood of life

Our Queen is born again

Death Night passed by and for the next forthcoming year
I shine like a flower of blood in my long lost beauty

The Witch Queen arises
Ascending in ravishing beauty from the cauldron of gore
Curvaceous pride
She revels in glory and sin as the years fell from her

Drink their screams, cut their veins revel in rituals obscene
On Death Night, witches night, the Lord of Murder’s with
his brides
Shedding skins malicious grins, cutting out what lies within
Kill their lot, spill their guts drain them of their crimson
blood

As Queen of seduction I praise the mighty Lord of Murder
In glory I’ll reign, as my depravity grows further
Challenging all, my beauty lies behind all measures
My age washed off by blood, Kains gift, greatest of treasures