Текст Witchcraft – Chylde Of Fire

I was born past midnight
‘Neath the gloom of the darkest moon
My mother was a burning witch
And my father was a preacher

From that night on I lived in
The shadow of my elder’s deeds
I was the son of rape
And the spawn of preacher’s lost faith

Dear mother, dear father
I didn’t ask to be born
Why did you let me leave
When you didn’t care at all

Chylde of fire ?

My life here on earth troubled already from the day of my birth
Heaven turns to hell at the chime of the witches’ bell