The power, the truth, the secrets we hold
Darkened oaths never been told
Esoteric majesty
A barbarous tragedy
Well, the spells we weave, they boil in our veins
The doom's we breath, writhe in our brains
Coiled in woe, our poisoned tongue
With arcane fire, thy doom will be done
From this coven, never be free
The blood that bind thy demons to me
And if this pact be broken or lost
Your soul, will be the cost
We send them doom today
We send them on their way
With an agony so wroth
Do not cross the Lamp of Thoth
Well, dream to die, and die to dream
Laugh in joy as the virgin screams
Lay her down, on the altar made
Feed her soul to the one obeyed
We shall raise the powers here
Teach our enemies to fear
The strength of life you cannot see
I am a cauldron of true witchery