Trap the Witch

You see me wearing denim and leather; my hair is long, my face is ugly dirty and mean. Out of your world, out of your law; I fight for my life on my own. I've come from hell to pillage your town. I've declared war to the world. My amplifier will bring your home down when you hear my electric bass roar, 'cause I'm a goddamn bad machine. Speed, freedom and action I dig. My reputation is so meaningless to me. More than a thousand women I’ve ridden, even I stink of whiskey and smoke. I've come from hell to pillage your town. I've declared war to the world. My amplifier will bring your home down when you hear my electric bass roar; So you’d better take care. 49% Motherfucker. 51% Son of a bitch.

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

Darkness preacher walks on seas of blood. Unchained warriors, unleashed evil storm. Howl as you crawl straight to hell. Castles curses. Witches and their lord. I'm the bringer of doom. Master of the spells. Dead armies I command. Will you take heed? Disciple of death. Unholy ceremonies in the night. Abominations out of their morass. Evil dancers burn in flames. Massive devastation. Vengeance and hate.

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025

A thunderous roar, crafted by demons in lava from the Styx. A giant draws near. There’s no way to stop the sudden attack. The arm of the wicked crushes hills with its merciless poundings. Strength and dominion, harshness and power, destruction and death. It’s the power. It’s the power of the Maul. There’s no shelter that protects you from its blow. It’s massive and grotesque, it’s cruel and mean, it’s ordered to kill. War master of hell, obsessed by death. The weapon of triumph. Apocalyptical fate. Angels’ corruptor. The omen of assault. It’s the earth’s demolition and the Heaven’s downfall. Satanic rebirth. It’s the power. It’s the power of the Maul. There’s no shelter that protects you from its blow.

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

Rites, blasphemy and magic foretell the rise of the dead. Sacrifice, darkness and blood call the power of hell. The moon, the fog and the spells feed the demons on fire. My soul, my life and my will open the gates to the horny lord. Blood is spilled on the altar. Rituals in circles of salt. The air is heavy as iron; the smell has corrupted your mind. Shadows, phantoms and witches dance around the flames. Howls, screams and voices; the atmosphere becomes too wicked. Lightning, earthquake and rain; the devil is walking the earth. Fire, outbreaks and death; the Lucifer's onslaught strikes the sky. Blood is spilled on the altar. Rituals in circles of salt. The air is heavy as iron; the smell has corrupted your mind. Wrapped in blood, I rise my hands to his symbol. Singing for Satan; the master of Hades and Death. Lost in a dream of vanity, pleasures and lust. Drunk in smoke because brimstone is in the air.

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

Magic I feel it burn inside my body's pleasure. A witches caress drives my soulless mind. There’s no way to know from where its whipping comes. So lie within your fantasies to die. There's mystic in the shadows. There's wisdom in the blaze. The subtle touch of fire; Destruction, sex and evil passion. The subtle touch of fire; Magic, candles and damnation. Dreaming. Caught in time by wishes in my dark obsession. Being one through the air of Witchcraft. Committing the elements to flow, And letting loose my wicked heart. Delight on the burning altar. Consumed corpses by fire. Those souls will turn to dust. Screaming all their lust.

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025

Black magic on circles of fire. Calling the demons on bloody rituals. Signing with the devil. Signing in blood. Grant me the power; I offer my soul. Preacher Wizard Shadow Don’t lift the curse. Owner Raider Tormentor of souls. Damnation is coming from fire. As the crematory swallows my bones. The wisdom has damned me to hell. Don’t be afraid of living and reigning in the dark.

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

The message has been spread throughout the town. The vinyl records’ vault will let the magic out. It’s time for mania; it’s time for shaking heads. The metal troops will meet when the moon is high and bright. Tonight metal strikes gold in a hard thrashing mania. Right here the speakers are to blow in a head banging ritual. All metal maniacs come from miles around. As the high decibel level guides the pack of wolves. It’s time to set‘em free; it’s time to unleash the sound. No pompous manners here; just a metal titans clash. Tonight metal strikes gold in a hard thrashing mania. Right here the speakers are to blow in a head banging ritual. Such a load of energy is just for the metal breed. Such a level of lunacy is not suitable for the crowd.

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025

It's Walpurgis Night. It's time for rituals, sacrifices, invocations and orgies in the dark. They laugh and they dance, and there's a cauldron about to boil. Their concoction stinks of evil as they rub and lick their clits. For now I'm peeping from the woods. My life would be in danger if they catch me but I have this urge. Satan, master of hell, encourage me to trap the witch. Ceremonial lust and ancient heresy; they drink some blood, they cast some spells, they burn in lunacy. They're lovers of death and they're the horrors of the night; bitches' rites and whores' attacks from the deepest of the dark. And my time to act is at hand. Like a pack of wolves I'll hunt a witch tonight. Satan, lord of the beasts, in the dead of night I'll fuck the witch.

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025