Curses

Blasphemous rites of a witches' Sabbath ,
Disgrace to Christ and humanity .
And say 'god quit you!' be familiar with ,
Permanent disorder of the mind , insanity !

In their hearts, that for their tongues to be weapons ,
The devil to his fellow and delight .
Was stabbed with bloody daggers , god , I pray him ,
Infront of your bright shining light .

And in him , his pride lies buried ,
That his sins will award his pain .
With his eyes full of anger ,
Hope god will be kind and take half of his brain .

Now sins are sins and they'll not be forgotten ,
But forgiven they may be .
An indulge of your impulses ,
The devil is on a killing spree .