A Transylvanian Funeral - Hammer of the Witch Тексты

Seedless crone of misery...
Who plagues the silent night...
Thou shall be forever bound...
By force akin to think...
Blighted bitch of earthen drought...
Who calls the dead to rise...
Thy veil is torn and tattered...
Thy judgment has arrived...
Thy world is dying...
Thy ways shall die with it...
Ritual of binding...
Hammer of the Witch...
Malignant whore of countless forms...
Who stir the lusts of men...
No one knocks upon thy door...
To save thou from thy end...
Thy moon now wanes...
Thy will shall wane with it...
Smashing out thy brains...
Hammer of the Witch...