In a narrow coop in the middle of the place just to the right of the not yet litted stake
Where mandrakes grow I sit alone in my thin shift as the fall succumbs to first winter snow
The night so cold and grueling,the chill grips my tortured limbs like a dreadful disease
Id never admit it but it feels a little scary.Want to be back in the arms of my own cuddly little beast

But whwn I danced with the red in the firelit gloom of brockens peak
Intoxicated with the maskulinity,without compare to any earthly meak
Free,young and furtile Id justwent with the vice and reveled like Id always hoped I would
And the devil swung meround in moves like no man ever could

An evil thing an I,surely deserving what Ill get.But there is not a slightest glimpse of regret
Tied by the pole,down by my toes smoke starys to reek,but nothing really matters whwn your soul is sold
And now the flames so mean and nasty starts to bite at my poor feet.Cant deny it hurts
I an burning down but for my evil eye there is always time for one last spell of curse

Famine!Sickness!Their idiocy deserved some extra curtisy
But now Im heading for the peak to revel in eternity
Or maybe should I change the course downwards.Oh Hell!
Welcome a slave with opened gates,cause lord I will serve thee well