Trap The Witch

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.