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Malleus Maleficarum



In the moonless night of tempests,

On the eve of the great sabbath

Dare we dance the dance of the supplicants

Thrice widdershins, about the cave,

That gapes and mocks the dead God‘s grave?

Dare we call our lord with blood and fire,

Sacrificing dam and sire,

Bathed once more in vile desire?

Shall we beg him: for mercy, or for power,

For spells to lame and souls to bind?

Should we seek familiars dark and dire,

And gyre around a virgin’s pyre?

Or shall we just go

To the old Empire,

And watch "Batman,

The Dark Knight" once more?

(They have Tacos "El Diablo")