Fornications Inside the Pentagram

Fairy tale princess draped in pure white
Fooling all, as not a witch
Inside secret crypts
Performing ancient pagan rites
Praying to the cycled moon
Pure darkness comes soon

Fornications inside the pentagram
Milking the juice from the shaft of the damned
Evil sex magic heralds the beast
Summons the vile one from the sands of the east

So magically
She beckons the
Pagan things outside, she’ll receive the seed
And sinfully
She’s on her knees
Loving Satan in the shadows of the trees

Her pure white dressed now stained with dirt
From her romp in the woods
Beneath an eclipse
Her dirty dress can hide the hurt
She watches for watchful eyes
Sharpened ears hearing her cries

So wistfully
She brushes the
Whispering voices from the oaken leaves
And gracefully
She adjust the
Rumpled up garments against the cold breeze

In town there are whispers in the air
Of Satanic rites performed under the stairs
And of a lowly servant chamber maid
Secretly pleasing the fallen angel
Lucifer, for secrets to trade

Then late at night, she was bound in sleep
Tied and dragged, to go to hell
To stop her spells
But all she wanted was to weep
Standing there, she would not break
Even as she was lashed to the stake

In town silence fell through the air
Her voice rang out, filled them with despair
She looked about into the crowd
Her eyes touching everyone’s faces
And she said strong and loud

“Fornications inside the pentagram
Milking the juice from the shaft of the damned
Evil sex magic heralds the beast
Summons the vile one from the sands of the east.”

So tragically
The burning eats
Away at flesh, from her head to her feet
Then beautifully
The Devil speeds
Steals her away to the sands of the east

In Hell she dwells beside the wishing well
A concubine of Lucifer at place where He fell
She thinks of time spent with man
A wicked smile touches her face
And she reaches out and takes his hand