Paroles: Babylon Whores. Death Of The West. Dating With Witchcraft.

On the first of May

Toads grow fat on stolen Hosts


In little boxes crucified
Bled and divined



When all the girls


Suckle beasts within their arms
Pact-bound familiars


Spill their guts on secrets spied


On Midsummer's night
All true love is undisguised



In philtres foul by lasses cowled
Brewed and derived


Some fat of an unbaptized babe


A finger of a corpse

Dug up from the grave



Dating with Witchraft



And come the Fall


When the fires light the night

Summer's love grown old and sad

Will die away



On Samhain's eve

Blood of swine will wash them clean

From the memories good and bad

The spells of May



And for those still in dream

Summer's green eternally

Stolen away by the Sidhe

Noone knows they've ever been


A tongue of a snake


Ground mummy's powder
The head of a dog

Piss and snot



Dating with Witchcraft