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"The story, idea, and lyrics are the original work of Lamefroid." Copyright © 2026 Lamefroid. All rights reserved Beneath the blood-red harvest moon, Agnes danced where shadows croon. Barefoot, naked, wild and free, She called the Old Ones through the trees. Her hips swayed soft, her lips spoke low, The night wind answered, deep and slow. The village men with fear did burn, Yet lusted for her as they spurned. Ignis… Ignis… rise and take! Sanguis… Sanguis… for her sake! Burn, Agnes, burn… but never break, Witchblood calls… awake… awake! They dragged her screaming through the mud, They bound her breasts in iron blood. The pyre roared, the flames grew high, She laughed beneath the burning sky. Ignis… Ignis… rise and take! Sanguis… Sanguis… for her sake! Burn, Agnes, burn… but never break, Witchblood lives… awake… awake!