In the shadows of a lustful ground A woman reigns Accumulating immoral pleasures Her widow’s bed Witch, bitch, she delights in decay Where perversity mocking a saint Ounce, beast, her trails are revenge And eternal silence Waiting for the blackened night Darkness is her resting place Maculated soul, a witching whore Barbara, I cry thy name The time turns beauty in suffer and disease This body became a tomb Fetid vagina, damaged teeth and skin Rotting in life Ancient witches reveals the secret Black magic needs virgin blood Searching for cure and victims The death will land in newborn lambs Waiting for the blackened night Darkness is her resting place Maculated soul, a witching whore Barbara, I cry thy name Lurking in the foudling wheels In quest for innocent blood The witch is loose The pure is damned Her shadow is hate Her promise is death Hoisted children upside down A hole in the throat Under the wires of tepid blood A precious trance Savoring and watering the ulcerous wounds The moans I still hear Bloodshed in sin, addictive curse Her laught echoes forever Waiting for the blackened night Darkness is her resting place Maculated soul, a witching whore Barbara, I cry thy name