Moons full at the witches den
The slime are out to eat
Indulging in shame, Filth and decay is what they crave
Place of forgotten dreams, Come and devour me
I sit in the corner watching snakes speak in tongues
Words are spoken of the night that will become
The pills go down, The room explodes with ecstacy
The serpants dance to the vibrations of a beat
Intoxicated, Heart racing they can barely breathe
The night goes on in these moments of eternity
Delving deeper into the depths I descend into the witches den
The place where nightmares tread and the dust they snort hasn't killed them yet
Delving deeper into the depths I descend into the witches den
The place where nightmares tread and the dust they snort hasn't killed them yet
The deeper down you go
The filth will feed and the room explodes
The wolves are crowned on thrones
As they watch the crowd taste the gold
The wolves are crowned on thrones
As they watch the crowd taste the gold
Nights of immortal lust
Careful what you trust
He is exists beneath, His flesh of rotting meat
Eyeing off the queens in ways people should never see
Another night he cleans, Another soul he claims
No one knows his name they know the words his victims say
As the night goes on he slips through the crowd looking for one
With the stench of death around him
Bleed
Dragged through the crowd
With his hooks in her flesh she can not get out
Screams smothered out
By the beat of the music playing loud
Another soul lost to the underworld once again
The witches den
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