Cradle Of Filth - Hammer Of The Witches lyrics

Breastfed red dementias Familiar with their s**led hostess Unhinge her bridle scold A quest for misadventure Wrests her glare of buckled gnosis From bloodstained floor to holy centrefold d**h is tensing to explode Inquisitioners sought her Scenting the bent in her veins Stripped and readied for torture Enslaved to shame The fist of humanity taught her Scissors and spiked tourniquet Dionysian daughter Pressed to confess from the pain I say "Toll the demon bell The rotting hearts of Man Shall light the path from Hell" Vestial desecrators Familiar with her secret ewers Soon tied to licking flame Rest their 'tests' fir kater As sweet revebge frin reejubg sewers Ybciuks abd skudes amidst this unfair game A Storm is rolling in Unleash the f**ing curse... Calling the fallen Crawling from the shadows of God Now their tables turn, blind faith learns Papal sermons oft have lied Save that the coven the Black Goat governs Is very much wide-eved, alive She summons prool On virulent wings, a plague is coiming c*ntfire-hoofed From mating with the Devil On the torchlit Brocken Baphometic by design A penchant vent for vengeance Cut deep by horrors fought Those dungeon-screams for mercy Shalt keep for everybody Nine circles down they heard her Ten times the hecatomb A thousand souls for those church-murdered Dark ken align to render doom Their punishment overdue Striking unbiblical chords that roar Invoke raw branded skies As forked lightning feeds the hordes of war Her broken hands revive For sisters, missed, once powerless Toungues torn out by the root Fell whispers rose to a seething congress Of spirits born for d**h's pursuit Never a dusk so drunk on lust Caressed the cobbles red Frights she called, the flights of Ghouls Left little of their brittle flesh Judgment night descended Like the bonfire's fall of ashes Inquisitioners slaughtered Venting the dent in her brain Stripped and readied, debauchers Prepared to stain The gist of humanity taught her Intolerance, murder in vein Dionysian daugher Soon to deliver the pain I say "Toll the demon bell The rotting hearts of Man Shall light the path from Hell" And refreshed of this dementia Their thumbscrews, Pears and cruel whiplashes She turns her craft To the next fat sacret grove