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