DEATHCRAFT SPELLS

Cast in the light of six black candles
Set around the pentagram.
She comes to me in a flowing white gown,
Nails painted black,
As black as the hounds.
The beasts, they sit so patiently,
Waiting outside the magic circle.

She flows to me like a haunting wisp
With malice in her eyes.
Lust peeking through with easing sighs,
She drops her gown,
Behold the Queen’s crown.
I kissed her paradise between her thighs
And began the magic spell.

Hounds baying mournfully
With necromantic intent.
I can feel her cold dead flesh on my skin
As she takes me inside,
Only for me to find.
That the dead will live again with new flesh
Under the death craft spells.

I am hypnotized by her sky blue eyes
And the cruelty within
As she clamps her jaws on my man flesh
To taste the meat
Is her only wish.
This demon takes the semen with blood
Flow of the wicked spells.