The heritage of evil flows like a dark river Weird power blows, the demon's day, the death's encounter Sinister clang, tolling of the devilish bell
Drink! - to witches sippin' hot blood I drank your wine from sour grapes like sin
That night witches bathed in blood The sign that the black ace had just come I saw my face on his card Necklaces of bones are to my waist
How lost they are in faith