Mortem - Superstition

Darkness is lightened by torches
As unblessed lethal flames start to glow
Words are read to seal her fate
Force of Hell makes the fire grow

Guiltiness of malignant worshipping
Inquisition law must now prevail
Plunge her soul into liquid depths
The Devil’s mark is now revealed

Damnation is to fall
Upon the Christian fools
Who defied the will of her Sire
She’s beckoned to Hell
Where tortuous spirits dwell
Your temple of lies is on fire

Centuries have passed in vain
Her ghostly laughter’s haunting this domain
A house was built over burnt remains
Colonists enter Belial’s reign
The curse goes on for the soon-to-die
The holy cross was just another lie
Empty space below misty skies
The witch of darkness is about to rise
Superstition – of a twisted mind, demon-possessed
Superstition – servants of Satanas have no eternal rest

Sorcery from the pits of Hell
Decimation fills the circle of the dead
The black lagoon is alluring souls
To conjoin the reign of immortality
Empty graves of decaying ghouls
That glorify the rising Domina
Blackened arts of a malicious cult
They’ll learn that she will never die

Superstition – in your twisted minds, demon-possessed
Superstition – this is what I am, I have no eternal rest

I will not die

Centuries have passed in vain
She’ll return and people will be slain
This house was built on unhallowed ground
Blood from her hunting will be found
The ones who dare defy their doom
After punishment, they may be entombed
Lucifer’s daughter, sorceress of Hell
Her enemies cannot escape her spell