by Peter Loaf
Witch hunters driving, captive accused
The devil’s markings, the final straw
The crowd surrounding, the soldiers shout
The Devil’s dancer, coven communes
The all star all-stars, from across time
The dogma driven, with whip and spear
A sudden shower, the gray goose flock
The Devil chuckles, they never learn .
Her body naked, used and abused
A Devil’s dancer
The mounted lancer
Bent and tormented, her body bruised
Symbols and pictures, canonical law
The trial complete
The Devil defeat
The gauntlet running, into the maw
One moving slowest, receives a clout
The sentence burning
Her soul they’re earning
Bent and presenting, pussy lips pout
The brimstone revels, satanic runes
Naked flesh marking
Naked skylarking
The Beast of Heaven, kicking out tunes
Gather in Hades, each in his prime
Jimmy and Janice
List the pianist
Krupa the drummer, the spheres to chime
Epistles given, shiver in fear
The witches hunting
The soldiers grunting
The stake awaiting, she’s drawing near
The soldiers falling, in total shock
The people rushing
Resistance crushing
The witch is rescued, from burning rock
Far more believers, willing to turn
Church of the Devil
His midnight revel
Favorite dancer, her rescue earn
