Mill of Discord Lyrics

Witches possessed
Even their deaths deluded
They have been wolves and dogs
And laid in eggshells
Past in the air more than a thousand miles
All in a night the enemy of mankind
All powerful but false
And falsehood confident
Bracken burnt, left to lay
Ungodly manner though not untimely
A final home not resting final
And what dread lays before life?
To sow the seeds mark no regret
And appraise the master with horns
Throats and wrists the gift of the day
Sickened by the horrid stench thereof
Hence they lie in wait to devour men
Moved with hatred for justice
Wishing untold secrets upon brothers and sisters
The world is but a vacant burial ground...

In the devil's mill of discord