Akerbeltz - Medieval Curse

The curse of the witch hanged and left to dry in the cold of the night, her powers are still alive by the frost of her eyes. Left hand severed for the glory , her blood fills the chalice, the black blood is spilled on the virgin, her cunt is for Satan.
Her breath freezes the blood, hidden behind the shadows awaiting for the terror that drowns,shivers crossing the spine in a permanent state of alert, the presence of the one that controverts sanity, the nameless one, Satan, rules the night.
Hidden in the dungeons followed by the plague, followed by things that crawl...
Demons flow and the curse becomes powerful, behold the raving chaos, useless attempts to try to stop the disaster, hate feeds the fires from Hell incinerating all fiends, it's time to kill, revenge, revenge! Powers of darkness and Hell.