The Last Redeemer

She sits without making a sound
Staring at the paints on the wall
A million books cover the ground
She knows she's heading for a fall

Quick as a flash
She bends her head
Uncovering her neck

Lust reveals itself
Tension fills the air

The witch is here collecting your tears
An occult magic unleashed

She slams the door only with her voice
She's casting a spell on your soul

I'll never be a slave of your words
In the midst of your demonic stronghold

Praise her name, kneel for your trade
Willpower is your escape

We hear your desperate call
We can do nothing at all

A vile request i'll never allow

Dismiss his spirit
No place for him

The painting is burning
The books? Blazing
The end of your witchcraft
Die purified by fire



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