Witches revenge

necrotic hands extend to me 
black mists coiling fervently 

the cauldron is now lit aflame 

as downpour heaves in acid rain  

havoc wreaks, the damned let loose

witches hoist them up on noose

kick the box, revenge is nigh

cackling as the mortals die

Witchfinders will suffer most 

tortured as they slowly roast

preying on the weak and quiet
now their crimes are running riot

sick perversions  unforgotten 

b*****d humans always rotten

tonight they begin to pay 

as they burn the witches flay.