A Witching Whore - Grave Desecrator

In the shadows of a lustful ground

A woman reigns

Accumulating immoral pleasures

Her widow’s bed

Witch, bitch, she delights in decay

Where perversity mocking a saint

Ounce, beast, her trails are revenge

And eternal silence

Waiting for the blackened night

Darkness is her resting place

Maculated soul, a witching whore

Barbara, i cry thy name

The time turns beauty in suffer and disease

This body became a tomb

Fetid vagina, damaged teeth and skin

Rotting in life

Ancient witches reveals the secret

Black magic needs virgin blood

Searching for cure and victims

The death will land in newborn lambs

Waiting for the blackened night

Darkness is her resting place

Maculated soul, a witching whore

Barbara, I cry thy name

Lurking in the foudling wheels

In quest for innocent blood

The witch is loose

The pure is damned

Her shadow is hate

Her promise is death

Hoisted children upside down

A hole in the throat

Under the wires of tepid blood

A precious trance

Savoring and watering the ulcerous wounds

The moans i still hear

Bloodshed in sin, addictive curse

Her laught echoes forever

Waiting for the blackened night

Darkness is her resting place

Maculated soul, a witching whore

Barbara, I cry thy name