Hammer Of The Witches lyrics

Breastfed red dementias

Familiar with their suckled hostess

Unhinge her bridle scold

A quest for misadventure

Wrests her glare of buckled gnosis

From bloodstained floor to holy centrefold

Death is tensing to explode

Inquisitioners sought her

Scenting the bent in her veins

Stripped and readied for torture

Enslaved to shame

The fist of humanity taught her

Scissors and spiked tourniquet

Dionysian daughter

Pressed to confess from the pain

I say, "Toll the demon bell

The rotting hearts of Man

Shall light the path from Hell."

Vestal desecrators

Familiar with her secret ewers

Soon tied to licking flame

Rest their 'tests' for later

As sweet revenge from reeking sewers

Uncoils and slides amidst this unfair game

A Storm is rolling in

Unleash the fucking curse...

Striking unbiblical chords that roar

Invoke raw branded skies

As forked lightning feeds the hordes of war

Her broken hands revive

Calling the fallen

Crawling from the shadows of God

Now their fables turn, blind faith learns

Papal sermons oft have lied

Save that the coven the Black Goat governs

Is very much wide-eyed, alive

She summons proof

On virulent wings, a plague is coming

Cuntfire-hoofed

From mating with the Devil

On the torch-lit Brocken

Baphometic by design

A penchant vent for vengeance

Cut deep by horrors fought

Those dungeon-screams for mercy

Shalt keep for everybody

Nine circles down they heard her

Ten times the hecatomb

A thousand souls for those church-murdered

Dark ken align to render doom

Their punishment overdue

For sisters, missed, once powerless

Tongues torn out by the root

Fell whispers rose to a seething congress

Of spirits born for Death's pursuit

Never a dusk so drunk on lust

Caressed the cobbles red

Frights she called, the flights of Ghouls

Left little of their brittle flesh

Judgment night descended

Like the bonfire's fall of ashes

Inquisitioners slaughtered

Venting the dent in her brain

Stripped and readied, debauchers

Prepared to stain

The gist of humanity taught her

Intolerance, murder in vein

Dionysian daugher

Soon to deliver the pain

I say, "Toll the demon bell

The rotting hearts of Man

Shall beat the path to Hell."

And refreshed of this dementia

Their thumbscrews,

Pears and cruel whiplashes

She turns her craft

To the next fat sacred grove

• Artist:Cradle of Filth
• Album:Hammer Of The Witches