Suffer the Witch to Live Lyrics

I
When the church bell rings twelve and the air is still and cold
When mists rise and hearts beat slow: forthcoming to the death
Naked under the night sky, anointed over the harridan Virgin hazel, virgin knife: bless the sacrament!
Repeat I

II
A lone, consecrated circle

Goads of power
Barrier of heaven and earth
Channeled catalyst of power

That nobody may ever change
The whip
Three strikes
The scourge
Seven more
Twenty-one
Nine
The blade of purification
Exalted, august and ordained!

III
Un-beholden with the gawking of new eyes
Eroticism unfastened and whispered to the moon
There is no regard, no reverence of nature's law or man's
Piscean suffering, affliction and denial: no more!

IV
Final craft aeon of the wise
Time, space and matter: transcendence
Mother of fancy, mother of the gods
You shall suffer the witch to live
Austere bearers' of the cross
They will suffer the witch to live
Mother of fancy, mother of the gods
You shall suffer the witch to live!