Tekst:
Wizzard Songs Of Sin And Decadence

The oceans roll over the nocturnal landscape Drenching the corpse-filled ground Draining the last sap out of the skyclad earth Plague and hailstorms

Nobody knew what had engendered The phenomenon around the 11-year old The sudden appearance of a poltergeist It began with sweets and flowers And went

A brazing fire flies thru the night at the speed of light Thunder roaring Heavy Metal power the only might Smell of burning flesh and blood His fists

To the web of sorcery we bound ourselves In this ancient dome at midnight hour To the voracious flames we sacrificed wisdom Out of the chaos smoke solidified

Three bodies hanging as ugly fruit of unholy guilt Nobody could forebode What they would concede The Witchfinder General The serum of god to make you speak And