Mion's Hill Witches Vomit
Entrails are boiling, in the cauldron of dess
Infernal spells, you'll be possessed
Virulent brew, made by pus, vomit and blood
Swallowed in conjures a deadly rectal flood
The stench of her puke, torments your soul
Poisonous liquid squirts from her mole
Repellent beings, crawl out of her eyes
She laughs at the sight, as humanity dies
Witches Vomit
