Moons full at the witches den
The slime are out to eat
Indulging in shame, Filth and decay is what they crave

Place of forgotten dreams, Come and devour me

I sit in the corner watching snakes speak in tongues
Words are spoken of the night that will become

The pills go down, The room explodes with ecstacy
The serpants dance to the vibrations of a beat

Intoxicated, Heart racing they can barely breathe
The night goes on in these moments of eternity

Delving deeper into the depths I descend into the witches den
The place where nightmares tread and the dust they snort hasn't killed them yet

The deeper down you go
The filth will feed and the room explodes

The wolves are crowned on thrones
As they watch the crowd taste the gold

Nights of immortal lust
Careful what you trust

He is exists beneath, His flesh of rotting meat
Eyeing off the queens in ways people should never see

Another night he cleans, Another soul he claims
No one knows his name they know the words his victims say

As the night goes on he slips through the crowd looking for one
With the stench of death around him
Bleed

Dragged through the crowd
With his hooks in her flesh she can not get out

Screams smothered out
By the beat of the music playing loud

Another soul lost to the underworld once again
The witches den