Dimmu Bongir: A Witch is Stoned

In a pot brownie house in the forest
Lives a wicked witch so old
She stirs her pot, then lights it up
her evil laugh makes the blood run cold
She waits for little children
lost in the forest to come to her hut
and if she got the munchies
she locks them inside to fatten them up

With evil potions
A witch is stoned
And magic so stong
A witch is stoned
In the light of the moon
A witch is stoned
She lights up the bong
A witch is stoned

She wanders the dark, scary forest
to harvest her weeds and herbs
She grinds them up in her witches pot
And brews herself a blunt so cursed
To honor the sabbath of satan
she dances naked, engulfed in smoke
She lights up the ritual incense
A sacrifice, an unholy toke

With evil potions
A witch is stoned
And magic so stong
A witch is stoned
In the light of the moon
A witch is stoned
She lights up the bong
A witch is stoned

On this dark unholy night
Demons are summoned and witches take flight
In union with satan, their blunts they must light
An evil spell cast and the bong is burning bright
On children they feast, their hunger grows strong
In the unholy haze they all dance along
To the hymn of the devil, to this wicked song
A witch is stoned, burn her in the bong!

With evil potions
A witch is stoned
And magic so stong
A witch is stoned
In the light of the moon
A witch is stoned
She lights up the bong
A witch is stoned