Paroles de Witchcult Today

Come fanatics, come to the sabbath Thirteen dressed in black are here Screaming, naked our altar Kissed by the whip now Satan's daughter Our witchcult grows Black goat forms from dopesmoke Baphomet we bow to thee Higher, higher Devil's disciples Nameless chants breed sorcery Our witchcult grows Father, mother Our brethren, your children Black masses, black magic With drugs our witchcult grows Our witchcult grows Our witchcult grows