String It Up…

In the calling of the winter of discontent  
No soul shall smite on Earth soil in the pursuit of relent  
The demoness has asked for the calling of her destiny, her devil's due  
To the cross as the carcass of her shall hang, the blood drained, unto the rite of her own stew  
Upright the garlic cross  
Place a garlic crown upon its head and face her to the rising of the Sun  
This is a request from the Hebrew Queendom  
Make sure you secure the garlic nails  
This is what she has asked for to be redeemed back to Hell  
Turn the cross upside down  
Her darkened abyss shall welcome her, where she will feel at home  
Wicked and evilness in an old haggard vessel will never have atoned  
Ropes of garlic she shall be bound  
Unto the Blood Moon, we offer her corpse, shh... villagers' step aside, just watch, and make no sound  
   
You will hear cursed confessing spewing out of her mouth  
All the souls she has entrapped crying for escapement she has taken as a demonic siren down South  
Before she is lowered to the ground, her head I shall sever before her body begins to twitch    
To give reprisal to the twin Jinn's, the Demoness, and that old fish smelling broomless witch  
Open the darken portal wider, that has already been dug, sprinkle with Holy Oil onto the dirt  
No man or beast shall stand where Hell has burned, no crops will grow in all the glory of that thing pitiful worth  
   
Salt circled around the cross  
Don’t worry onlookers that thing up there moaning gibberish, is confusion to the masses, a mind manipulator, and trust me, to sociality, no loss  
Bow your head, as you see the arrow from the Heaven has speared, and split right between the demoness’ two tailed ass  
To the heart, quieting the blood flow    
She is now marked, never to rise above the clouds, no matter how much she begs, pleads, or simply just in her childlike mentality, ask  
Once burned, feed the charred remands to her son, to cleanse his soul of her winter of discontent, still he will never regain his divine worth  
Her house, her land, and all inhabitants from her mother’s seeds is forbidden, forsaken, and cursed  
Dose the demon, and everyone please stand back  
Watch her plead for mercy to the above, knowing no answers will be offered, cover your ears as she goes on her demonic raging attack  
   
You cannot lick those poisoned oozing battle wounds you have gained over time  
This is where you cast pearls as an Angel, then decapitate the swine  
The consecrated arrow pierced from the Heaven is feasting, burning its retribution inside  
For the disloyal Nephilim’s your father, the Prince of Darkness took on his descending ride  
Gee, you are watching this shit, this bitch is about to burn  
Yes, we are commissioned to protect that garlic sealed Urn  
   
Burn witch all the voices cried out  
Unto my battle sword, raised with one strike  
By the rite passage of the moon holding the head up to view, the darkened blood pouring out this thing's mouth  
A beheaded demoness    
Commence the cadaver to be lowered, and yes villagers, all over her, and upon her upside cross, you can now shit or piss  
The wicked witch is dead to the skies, a sacred gift  
   
Gee, these some crazy village mothefuckas and I got mud on my stilettos witnessing this ritual shit  
And what is the foul smell  
It’s that burning bitch  
And they want us to keep that stench sealed  
We do not hunt we just go straight for the kill  
   
You got a point there Gee...  yeah just make sure Heaven gets this bill