Isobel: Queen Of Scottish Witches

In the still moonlight they danced naked
By the flickering firelight bursting embers
The witches coven of Auldearn
They gathered on star gilded grass
13 wicked souls, they are spellbound
Bound eternally to their familiars
In altered form - they ascend to the skies
Then comes the dawn - as the fire dies.

Isobel her pale soft skin
Isobel flowing auburn hair
Isobel a voluptuous form
Isobel I invoke thee
Isobel queen of Scottish witches
Baptised in her church as the Devil's mistress
She desecrated the concept of their holy rite
And bathed in blood from her Master's mark.

Through mounds and caverns in a mystic kingdom
Where she travelled on to the underworld
In the faery realm beneath the hills
There she learned to fly climbing cornstraws
Horse and hattock in the Devil's name
For the nymph goddess she danced within Elphame
Entertained by the queen in a dreamtime world
As the witch's powers grew and unfurled.

Isobel dark temptress
Isobel eyes of fire
Isobel seductive grace
Isobel I invoke thee
Isobel Queen of Scottish witches
Defiled by the Devil's icey seed
Drinking her blood, a vampiric kiss
Raping the christian sacraments in bliss.

Their cursed weapon formed from flint
The Devil shaped them with his hands
"Shoot these arrows in my name
And they shall not go home again"
With elf shot and no bow to use
They sprang them from their thumbs
"I shoot the man in the master's name
And he shall not go home again".

There she stood, in all her wicked glory
Staring up at the cursed sky
She stared with those demonic eyes
Summoning her master to rise.

The master stares down from above
Casting down his spiteful wrath
"Answer to my beck and call
And follow down the left hand path"
Isobel Queen of Scottish witches
Dark temptress of the night with eyes of fire
Isobel Queen of Scottish witches
Pale beauty of my dark desires.