Crippled Black Phoenix Wyches And Basterdz
Little Liza likes to play
She is peculiar in her ways
Prefers the company of animals
The company of the woods
In dance she sways and she moves
Gives thanks to the somber lit moon
Little does she know
They are coming to purge her soul
Into a fire blaze
She is going up in flames
With sticks and stones they will break her bones
With needles and pins bleed wretched sin
God's bidding in Christ's name
Perverted excitemеnt, another witch is claimed
She will not fold
Will nеver give in
She is strength unforgiving
Head held high she braves...
The burning flames
Into a fire blaze
She is going up in flames
Into a fire blaze
She is going up in flames