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THE COVEN LYRICS
"Serpent´s Night Live" (2005 Live album)
1. Intro / Witching Hour of The Coven
2. Saint from Hell
3. Cromwell (Reverend Bizarre cover)
4. The Great Witch-Hunt
5. Serpent Nights
1. Intro / Witching Hour of The Coven
Gatherings in those dark forests
Where witch magic flourished
Meetings that launched Christian envy
Drawing down the moon they were, yeah
Trials of doom were kept
Innocent magicians fled
In groups above three
Covens of wisdom and greed
No more witching hour
No sabbaths or Christendom now
We're free to join the void
We leave this world behind
Under the crescent moon
I lie with you
We laugh at this madness
As earth falls under this dark caress
Midnight hour...
We will roam...
As wolf howls...
The Coven spreads its magic!
2. Saint from Hell
This is not the church
Of Jesus Christ
This has become...
Insidiously evil
This priest was possessed by the demons
He granted himself a passage to Heaven...
By fucking feeble little children
One could almost hear Jesus weep...
As the voice talked in his head
He felt himself fall to pit
Rising from that inferno...
He was not the man he was
He finds his peace from the Christendom
That loves his evil deeds
Or so it might seem...
Since they are rotten to the core
Dark secret of the rectory
He hid his league with Satan
As they came for answers...
All they got was Bible in flames!
You're the Saint from Hell!
There you shall dwell...
3. Cromwell (Reverend Bizarre cover)
Passing through the seven gates I ride.
Dusty road behind forever.
You have got no hope, no place to hide.
Ironsides will rise with Oliver Cromwell.
Oh yeah!
Once upon a time there ruled a King.
Now I see his proud head fallen.
Lord Protector knows true faith will win.
You should kneel and wait for another morning.
Oh yeah!
Love will be the Law, Love under Will.
But first there is the Law of Cromwell.
Soon there will be a graveyard on this hill,
filled with those of you who are still standing.
Oh yeah!
4. The Great Witch-Hunt
Blessed be your spells, which have brought thee these ways
Blessed be your lips that speak secret names
Blessed be your womb...
Blessed be the craft which light's bound to die
Blessed be old world that crumbles in your flame
Blessed be your womb, delivering demons of doom, yeah
Such wickedness
Can't be allowed
Burn them down
Man's grave disease
Hanged at dawn...
Your pretty face
At wrong end of my torch
You have gone false
Into witch forests
With flame and magic
Into dark covens
She was a witch
I took her to stake
To meet her fate
Her pretty face
At wrong end of my torch
She had gone false
Into witch forests
With flame and magic
Into dark covens
5. Serpent Nights
Demons in my chest...
Fight for my soul...
For the bottles I consumed...
As the night resumes...
No thirst in me remains...
I die every sunday...
Liver suffers...
Venom booze...
Vomit flies...
Serpent's night cries!
My last tear...
Only doom here...
Gone is the beer...
Serpent's night cries!
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