Gather here all ye witches
Gather here in the midnight wood
Call upon your greatest powers
For evil not for good
Let your powers go berserk
There are people I want to curse
So gather here tonight, be called with my verse
Bring your familiars and your demons
Bring them all here tonight
Burn with aching desire filled with the devils semen
Raise your kundalini snake, higher and higher
Revenge is my desire
Witches, sisters, brothers, warlocks
Gather here; have my enemy’s soul locked
Locked in hatred, locked in pain
Drive this bastard’s mind insane
When the bell tolls of his death
When he has drawn his last breath
He will not be released from this torment
Not until he has repent – for the time he hurt me
Let it be, let it be, let it be
