Shackled

Emblems of sorcery, crystal debauchery
Black superstition
Mist and malefice, crooked artifice
Devil's mission
Rampant witchery, smoke of mystery
Infiltration
Virgins tempted, no soul exempted
Penetration

Cloven hoof embedded in the dust
As the flicker of
Lust starts to race in her veins
Daggers of morality thrust
Met and parried as
Lust sets her loose from her chains of death

Inquisition…Witch…Inquisition

Contracts broken, a name unspoken
Sweet seduction
Lightning flashes and crimson rashes
A soul's abduction
Candles flickering, blood flow quickening
Lips are moistened
Drunk and delirious, draughts mysterious
See her poisoned

Courtesans of Hades serving Earth
With a luxury
Worth far more than the name
Jealousy and zealotry give birth
Devil children as
Earth goes under the flame of death

Inquisition…Witch…Inquisition

Torches burn black in the night
Hunting high, hunting low
Glowing with fear
Darkened by lust
Hammer of the witches comes down
Cleaving with spite
Nailing the coffins shut

Hawked and hounded, her fears well founded
Condemnation
Shadows lengthening swarm her strengthening
Dedication
Ducked and floating, her captors gloating
Stakes erected
Burnt for living, her unforgiving
Flesh consumed by flames

Her soul is far from saving now…

…your crimes will see you SHACKLED!