Vade Retro Satana

The early birds sing their song, before the winter comes along

The sparrow hawk will write the epilogue, a bright illusion faces death

Like prophecies told to Macbeth, the witches fed upon his common greed

I let you cast this spell on me, I let you cast this spell on me, I let you cast this spell on me

Mother Mary sings your praise, Judas keeps you in a haze, the hex is all around you casting doubt

Karmic vengeance, fiddle plays, necromancy multiphase, the frequency is equal all around

Vade retro satana, Vade retro satana, Vade retro satana, Vade retro satana