1. They journeyed far to Brocken Mountain pinnacle.
A gathering of dread, an awesome spectacle.
Each in his hand, a candle of black.
Their faces grave, a deathlike mask.

The prince assumed the person of the goat,
Reigning upon his throne distant and far remote.
The cauldrons boiled as the fires burned.
The deep'ning shadows, two figures turned.

Bubbling pots of ungents and potions,
Flames revealing the obscene motions.
Old hags murmur in evil ranting!
Voices grow louder and join in the chanting.

Infants' flesh they did offer
For the prince to devour.
Covens join, all combine,
Powers strong, thoughts align.

If witchcraft all the fools condemn,
It turns around and crushes them.
When good has been twisted,
When good has been killed,
Then love is resisted and blood will be spilled.

Accursed ye'll be!
From toes to eyes!
Accursed ye'll be!
Until ye dies!
2. The white witch of Rose Hall,
The devil she could call.
Mother Ruthford come one day,
Into Montego Bay.
The great house,
An accountant man.
Annie Palmer had to have this man

The white witch of Rose Hall,
A beauty above all.
The slaves out in the fields
Had brothers who were killed.
This obeah made the spirits rise,
Destroying the unwanted with her eyes.

By night in the black
When she did rise,
Anyone in her path would die.
Robert met Millicent one fine day,
Now the girl stood in Annie's way.
Her life meant nothing without his love.
But she couldn't bear the evil of...

The white witch of Rose Hall
The devil she could call.
Robert's love then denied.
The blame Annie denied.

But the father
Of this dead slave girl
Casted Annie from his world.

The white witch of Rose Hall.
The devil she could call.
The white witch of Rose Hall.
The devil she could call.
3. Thirteen cultists
Held a secret meeting,
Bringing powers of the darkness
Upon those who opposed them.
The cheif of the circle,
Known as Malchius
drank the blood of a young baby
Offered unto him.

They danced ecstatically,
The orgied frantically.
The demon had arisen
From the circle on the floor.
The chanting was much louder
And more piercing than before.

They are seven.
They are seven.
Seven are they.
Out of the abyss they rise,
When day sinks into darkness.
Seven are they.

Coven in charing cross...
Coven in charing cross...

Soon, a certain family
Living in the village,
Would die one by one by
The curse of the cult.
The head of the family,
A witchhunter named Mead,
had burned their leadser at the stake;
Soon he'd regret his deed.

Pain from Devil's we evoke!
Thirst and suffer til he'd choked.
The magic did take over
And the soul did feel the roar.
Incantations were much louder
And more piercing than before.

Born in the bowels of the hills
Evil ones, sources of ills.
Setters of unseen snares,
Death to all pity, all prayers.
Male they are not.
Female they are not.
No wives have they known.
No children begot.
The fiends they are seven,
Disturbers of heaven.
They are seven.
They are seven.
Seven they are.

Coven in charing cross...
Coven in charing cross...
4. For unlawful carnal knowledge!

You look into her magic eyes.
She can see through your disguse.
Then you know she's
The one that had you hypnotized.
And everything she touches dies.
Everything she touches dies...
Everything she touches dies...
Everything she touches dies!

The witch is burning on the hill.
They left her there for fire to kill.
You can hear her screaming still.
You can hear her screaming still!

She called her master to the bed.
Caressed him until he was fed.
Then the priest discovered what
The witch had done, and said,
"You will burn until you're dead..."
"You will burn until you're dead..."
"You will burn until you're dead..."
"You will burn until you're dead!"

The witch is burning on the hill.
They left her there for fire to kill.
You can hear her screaming still.
You can hear her screaming still!

You look into her magic eyes.
She can see through your disguse.
Then you know she's
The one that had you hypnotized.
Everything she touches dies...
Everything she touches dies...
Everything she touches dies...
Everything she touches dies!

The witch is burning on the hill.
They left her there for fire to kill.
You can hear her screaming still.
You can hear her screaming still!

For knowledge!
5. The farmer'd lost most all he had.
His crop had failed, his stock went bad.
He cursed his fate, wife and son.
Vowed to sell his soul for dollar one.

In disbelief he'd uttered such words.
He'd hoped and prayed that no one had heard.
With the smell of sulfur and a flash of light
Appeared a demon in the dead of night.

The plan was for the farmer to sign
His name in blood upon the line.
They'd meet again to seal the sign,
In 1840, in seven year's time.
Time!

The farmer prospered, did do well.
Good fortune was his story to tell.
Still he pursued the path he feared.
The time was short, the dark day neared.

The seven years had passed away,
Now it was the judgement day.
In memory of the words he said,
Lucifer appear in a flash of red.

It's the day I said I'd come for you,
And now it's time to pay your due.
I'm here to claim the soul I've won
To seal the bargain and take your son!
6. Choke!
Choke!
Choke!
Devil's we evoke!

Thirst!
Thirst!
Thirst!
Suffer til you burst!

Cry!
Cry!
Cry!
Fire burn your eye!

Try!
Try!
Try!
Crushed beneath the sky!

Die!
Die!
Die!
Knowing just as I....

A small pain.
A little pain.
A big pain.
A great pain!

Growing here and growing there!
Growing slowly everywhere!

And the creatures chant
While the spirits rise.
While a dead man lives,
A living man dies.

Growing here and growing there!
Growing slowly everywhere!

Choke!
Choke!
Choke!
Devil's we evoke!

Thirst!
Thirst!
Thirst!
Suffer til you burst!

Cry!
Cry!
Cry!
Fire burn your eye!

Try!
Try!
Try!
Crushed beneath the sky!

Die!
Die!
Die!
Knowing just as I....

Smell my flesh burning!
I'm turning black!

7. Oh yeah!
Oh yeah!

She cuts a man's heart,
Making deep gashes.
She blazes like wildfire.
Love turns into ashes.

What she's doing insane!
Poor man's weeping and crying.
Her incantations abound.
Uh huh, she crucifies him, yeah!

Wicked woman,
Who do you think you're fooling?
Wicked woman,
He knows what you're doing.
Wicked woman,
Wicked woman,
Wicked woman,
You go to Hell!
Bloody Hell!
Get it on over me!

She cuts a man's heart,
Making deep gashes.
She blazes like wildfire.
Love turns into ashes.

What she's doing insane!
Poor man, weeping and crying.
Her incantations abound.
Uh huh, she crucifies him, yeah!

Wicked woman,
Who do you think you're fooling?
Wicked woman,
He knows what you're doing.
Wicked woman,
Wicked woman,
Wicked woman,
You'll go to Hell!
8. In the book of Gideon I have read
That the hoarde of evil is not dead.
In this place where Satan is said to dwell,
He leads his legions through the depths of Hell.

Beelzebub, the prince, is second in line.
Astaroth, the duke, is drunk with wine.
Lucifer, the prime minister, handles affairs.
General Satanachia firmly stares.

Dignitaries of Hell!
Dignitaries of Hell!
Dignitaries of Hell!
Dignitaries of Hell!
Hell!

The masters are the fire guide the way,
With their claws like giant birds of prey.
Sometimes painted with the head of horns,
Dealing death to all of those who scorn!
Scorn!
Scorn!
Scorn!

Lieutent General Fluerty commands,
Brigadeir Sargantanas demands.
All these fallen angels sin too well,
While being dignitaries of Hell.

Dignitaries of Hell!
Dignitaries of Hell!
Dignitaries of Hell!
Dignitaries of Hell!
Hell!
9. His portrait hanging, face betraying,
Wicked gleamin eyes of Satan.
Cast us in their spell.
Cast us in their spell.
Raised out of Hell.
All the world waits with jaded
Sorrow that never sleeps.
Waiting for him to unlock
His door to the sallow...
People...
His evil lives
And my flesh crawls.
He's hanging from
My chamber wall.
Hypnotized,
My soul is waiting.
Waiting for his luring call!
Come!
Come!
Portrait hanging, face betraying,
Wicked gleaming eyes of Satan.
Cast us in their spell.
Cast us in their spell.
Cast us in their spell!
10. (Chanting reciting witchcraft)