Don't Burn The Witch - Cronos

The witches brew a pot of hate

With lizard, bat and man

With a smile they laugh their spells

And stir with wretched hand

Calling Demons Baphomet

And Mephistopheles

The tattered figures cackle

As their mortal victims bleed

Don’t burn the witch

The ways of Hell aren’t wrong

Don’t burn the witch

Let them brew their song

The witches of the blackened arts

Are cunning, cruel and mean

Persecuted by religion

God the man unseen

Bestial malevolence

Is chartered in their bones

Leave the unreal house of God

Burn in hell at home

Don’t burn the witch

The ways of Hell aren’t wrong

Don’t burn the witch

Let them brew their song

Eye of lizard, wing of bat

Testicle of man

Tongue of eagle, brain of rat

Jesus Christ’s left hand

The witches make the voodoo doll

A toy taboo in heaven

They dance around the pentagram

In search of rape by Satan

Leave the hearts and blood of men

In cauldrons laced in sin

Add the arsenic hemlock pus

Triumph takes the wings

Don’t burn the witch

The ways of Hell aren’t wrong

Don’t burn the witch

Let them brew their song