Witch of dawn and fright.

How she approaches, iron apron fright!
From the west with fireflies! From the west with a strange odour of chupacabra!
Hover over the rocks my girl.
The water flowing and blood red in the dreams of your midnight sonambulous head.
Sins of the flesh that no mortal man dare turn down.
Emaciated witch with your doll of clay and human skin, what curse will you lay upon my odin trodden head.
I can´t substitute Loki!
Collect your prey and return to the blankets bleeding and smiling.
The land darkens with your black dawn grin.
Stained stairs lead to your alter, How you had tried to invite me!
Hoards of demons waiting for your putrid incantations.
Wicked lips;
Intoxicated through the dim lit ritual hall, running around half blind are the hungry animals you intend to slaughter.