Damned be those of the craft Ye who wield such horrid spells Soon to see their nights last pass Into cauldron cold, black feathers fell Flesh succumbs to dagger's stab Blood boils deep with tallow first Second comes the scales of snake With spit and semen to complete their curse Our souls are not for the taking... Not in vein we shall die with pride Our names are bound into the black unholy book We have sold our souls... to Lucifer! We know not of heaven except for mortal lies We are not damned yet hunters, Crowned under this dreadful night Damned be those of the craft