Vade Retro Satana

The early birds sing their song
Before the winter comes along
The sparrowhawk will write the epilogue

A bright illusion faces death
Like prophecies told to Macbeth
The witches fed upon his common greed

I let you cast this spell on me
I let you cast this spell on me

Mother Mary sings your praise
Judas keeps you in a haze
The hex is all around you casting doubt

Karmic vengeance, fiddle plays
Necromancy multiphase
The frequency is equal all around

Vade retro satana
Vade retro satana
Vade retro satana
Vade retro satana