The scent of hell is on her lips
The taste on your tongue you never forget
Lift up her robes
Snake covered thighs
Finger the darkness
The witch's cry
Inside of her the devil has lived
There is no choice to eat again
Come eat the witch
Growing drunk on devil's blood
The wine on her lips is the blood of the son
Once you've eaten
Cannot be forgiven
Down on your knees
She commands your attention
Inside of her the devil has lived
There is no choice to eat again
Come eat the witch
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
