VVytchdance Lyrics
| Song | VVytchdance |
| Artist | Katharsis |
| Album | VVorldVVithoutEnd |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Katharsis | |
| The wytches, wytches black they are | |
| They feast, they feast upon man's heart | |
| Their lorde has summoned them by spell | |
| To gather, in his realm to dwell | |
| Creatures of death, creatures of night | |
| Conjure the endless evil force | |
| Who knoweth no mercy nor'll give in | |
| To those who seek to ban its source | |
| The wytches dance in limping line | |
| The blood of holy is their wyne | |
| The bones of infants are their throne | |
| They have no fear, they won't atone | |
| Satanickrite shall find no end | |
| To end all life, from hell they're sent | |
| His great return, the only goal | |
| For this, they shall reap ev'ry soul | |
| So go! & meet the master's ram | |
| Girl, come to join these women | |
| Become his servant whilst thou canst | |
| Drink blood, conceive his semen | |
| Cauldrens are boiling, mysteries red | |
| Of venom & spyces to wayke up the dead | |
| Gathering hellwhores, | |
| & then comes their lorde | |
| Their dark minds shall follow, | |
| Their flesh is to rot | |
| Will rot in a dreame of his splendour&grace | |
| Remember the sabbath, another one waith | |
| Embrace lustful wrayths exstasy wet&hot | |
| By nighte-fall they swarm out to head for the spot | |
| Where altars of stone, blood-stained, wayte under trees | |
| A place long forgotten, | |
| So others can't see | |
| Far out in the woods servants vyle | |
| Have their shrine | |
| To mate with their master | |
| In nockturnal rite | |
| An orgy of riches & infinite lust | |
| Lorde Satan is gen'rous | |
| Yet obey him they must | |
| Doe all what he sayeth, most of all, | |
| Bring him lives, their duty they | |
| Followe by grim sacrifices | |
| New souls must be draught, | |
| Full of innocence & youth, | |
| Into their communion, | |
| Tonight it'll be thou | |
| Initiation to unspeakable cults | |
| So do what they wish, fuck the priest | |
| From the vault & next, take the | |
| Daggers & open thine veins | |
| Some sharp lethall cuts, | |
| Watch a scene so insane | |
| The ground seems to open, | |
| Thy body is torne | |
| The knife-blade was poison'd | |
| & thou art reborn | |
| Coz out of the deep lift | |
| The spirits of olde | |
| & drink from thine pale wrist | |
| & see what thou sold | |
| The contract is signed, | |
| Now thou art one of the wytches | |
| A vicious black core | |
| In a shell dead & colde | |
| Inside the red circle, | |
| A sister of lore | |
| A knower of wonders | |
| Unthinkable before | |
| Thou slaughterst a childe | |
| For it's the demonlorde's will | |
| Thy pleasure is sin | |
| & thy mission | |
| - to kill |
| zuo qu : Katharsis | |
| The wytches, wytches black they are | |
| They feast, they feast upon man' s heart | |
| Their lorde has summoned them by spell | |
| To gather, in his realm to dwell | |
| Creatures of death, creatures of night | |
| Conjure the endless evil force | |
| Who knoweth no mercy nor' ll give in | |
| To those who seek to ban its source | |
| The wytches dance in limping line | |
| The blood of holy is their wyne | |
| The bones of infants are their throne | |
| They have no fear, they won' t atone | |
| Satanickrite shall find no end | |
| To end all life, from hell they' re sent | |
| His great return, the only goal | |
| For this, they shall reap ev' ry soul | |
| So go! meet the master' s ram | |
| Girl, come to join these women | |
| Become his servant whilst thou canst | |
| Drink blood, conceive his semen | |
| Cauldrens are boiling, mysteries red | |
| Of venom spyces to wayke up the dead | |
| Gathering hellwhores, | |
| then comes their lorde | |
| Their dark minds shall follow, | |
| Their flesh is to rot | |
| Will rot in a dreame of his splendour grace | |
| Remember the sabbath, another one waith | |
| Embrace lustful wrayths exstasy wet hot | |
| By nightefall they swarm out to head for the spot | |
| Where altars of stone, bloodstained, wayte under trees | |
| A place long forgotten, | |
| So others can' t see | |
| Far out in the woods servants vyle | |
| Have their shrine | |
| To mate with their master | |
| In nockturnal rite | |
| An orgy of riches infinite lust | |
| Lorde Satan is gen' rous | |
| Yet obey him they must | |
| Doe all what he sayeth, most of all, | |
| Bring him lives, their duty they | |
| Followe by grim sacrifices | |
| New souls must be draught, | |
| Full of innocence youth, | |
| Into their communion, | |
| Tonight it' ll be thou | |
| Initiation to unspeakable cults | |
| So do what they wish, fuck the priest | |
| From the vault next, take the | |
| Daggers open thine veins | |
| Some sharp lethall cuts, | |
| Watch a scene so insane | |
| The ground seems to open, | |
| Thy body is torne | |
| The knifeblade was poison' d | |
| thou art reborn | |
| Coz out of the deep lift | |
| The spirits of olde | |
| drink from thine pale wrist | |
| see what thou sold | |
| The contract is signed, | |
| Now thou art one of the wytches | |
| A vicious black core | |
| In a shell dead colde | |
| Inside the red circle, | |
| A sister of lore | |
| A knower of wonders | |
| Unthinkable before | |
| Thou slaughterst a childe | |
| For it' s the demonlorde' s will | |
| Thy pleasure is sin | |
| thy mission | |
| to kill |
| zuò qǔ : Katharsis | |
| The wytches, wytches black they are | |
| They feast, they feast upon man' s heart | |
| Their lorde has summoned them by spell | |
| To gather, in his realm to dwell | |
| Creatures of death, creatures of night | |
| Conjure the endless evil force | |
| Who knoweth no mercy nor' ll give in | |
| To those who seek to ban its source | |
| The wytches dance in limping line | |
| The blood of holy is their wyne | |
| The bones of infants are their throne | |
| They have no fear, they won' t atone | |
| Satanickrite shall find no end | |
| To end all life, from hell they' re sent | |
| His great return, the only goal | |
| For this, they shall reap ev' ry soul | |
| So go! meet the master' s ram | |
| Girl, come to join these women | |
| Become his servant whilst thou canst | |
| Drink blood, conceive his semen | |
| Cauldrens are boiling, mysteries red | |
| Of venom spyces to wayke up the dead | |
| Gathering hellwhores, | |
| then comes their lorde | |
| Their dark minds shall follow, | |
| Their flesh is to rot | |
| Will rot in a dreame of his splendour grace | |
| Remember the sabbath, another one waith | |
| Embrace lustful wrayths exstasy wet hot | |
| By nightefall they swarm out to head for the spot | |
| Where altars of stone, bloodstained, wayte under trees | |
| A place long forgotten, | |
| So others can' t see | |
| Far out in the woods servants vyle | |
| Have their shrine | |
| To mate with their master | |
| In nockturnal rite | |
| An orgy of riches infinite lust | |
| Lorde Satan is gen' rous | |
| Yet obey him they must | |
| Doe all what he sayeth, most of all, | |
| Bring him lives, their duty they | |
| Followe by grim sacrifices | |
| New souls must be draught, | |
| Full of innocence youth, | |
| Into their communion, | |
| Tonight it' ll be thou | |
| Initiation to unspeakable cults | |
| So do what they wish, fuck the priest | |
| From the vault next, take the | |
| Daggers open thine veins | |
| Some sharp lethall cuts, | |
| Watch a scene so insane | |
| The ground seems to open, | |
| Thy body is torne | |
| The knifeblade was poison' d | |
| thou art reborn | |
| Coz out of the deep lift | |
| The spirits of olde | |
| drink from thine pale wrist | |
| see what thou sold | |
| The contract is signed, | |
| Now thou art one of the wytches | |
| A vicious black core | |
| In a shell dead colde | |
| Inside the red circle, | |
| A sister of lore | |
| A knower of wonders | |
| Unthinkable before | |
| Thou slaughterst a childe | |
| For it' s the demonlorde' s will | |
| Thy pleasure is sin | |
| thy mission | |
| to kill |
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