Tree of Woe

I know you from the blackness, mystic fires ablaze
Hell is empty, demons gather around my grave

Witches gather round the ashes, sabbath rites tonight
Casting dreadful incantations, that denounce the light
Evil uttered conjurations upon my soul

Appearing from the blackness, mystic fires ablaze
Satan’s smiling in the corner, on his scarlet throne

Witches gather round the ashes, reading ancient scrolls
Casting dreadful incantations, upon my soul
The pit is empty, witches gather, around my grave

Upon the tree of woe with evil conjurations
Satan grows his congregations
Upon the tree of woe with harsh convictions
Satan plans his crucifixions

Bound and tied upon the tree of woe
The tree of woe
Crucified upon the tree of woe
The tree of woe

Dreadful cries upon the tree of woe
The tree of woe
Left tô die upon the tree of woe
The tree of woe