A Witch's Invitation Lyrics

One peaceful afternoon I picked up from my mailbox
The strangest looking letter I’d ever seen
A chilling little envelope bordered with flying bats
And eerie serpents, whose eyes were tinted green
Now the letter was addressed to me, so as I opened it...
I froze
What I read turned my complexion three shades of blue
It said, “My name is Isaac Horowitz,
I’m a male witch, a warlock
And I feel I need to spend some time with you.”

Now as a Christian from a little church
With God’s call on my life
A man of faith and power, with a challenge to grow
I did what any saint would do in my situation
I tore it up and said “Lord, no way I’m gonna go”
Then gently and methodically, the Holy Spirit spoke
And reminded me, we’re God’s voice to our nation
It’s the church’s responsibility to witness,
So reluctantly I accepted this… Witches Invitation.

He had the house you’d expect, the old English cottage
A ‘Nightmare on Elm Street’ special right to the core
The over grown ivy, the gate that creaked when opened,
Somehow you’d expect Freddy to answer this door.
The doorbell rang a hollow gong, the knob twisted then opened
And Isaac stood before me with a grin
His jet black hair and well trimmed beard
Flowed with his black silk clothes
My skin crawled as he said “Please, come on in”

His house was filled with every occultic symbol you could fathom
Hanging pentagrams, horoscope signs,
A Ouija board and dungeons & dragons game sat on the table,
A crystal ball with an incandescent shine
Then graciously he handed me some steaming herbal tea
Its presence caused my memory to jog
I thought of every horror flick I’d seen when I was a kid
And thought… man, you drink this stuff next day you be a frog

Then he led me to a high backed chair as he meticulously began
To unfold his scenario with evil patience
I was given a giant leather bound book, jammed with newspaper clippings
Thus the reason for this… witches invitation

With eagerness he pointed to each article with pride
He said, “I healed this woman… through a Babylonian chant.
You see this man, I cured him while performing druid worship,
I was paid to curse this man with AIDS by his aunt”
On and on, page after page, delightfully he flaunted
Each incident…for an hour, without a breath
He said “Do you realize through my understanding of the dark regions,
That I can make you rich… or even curse someone to death”
I sat literally intimidated by his immensity in demon power
While his face shown with a satanic arrogant bliss
Then placing his hands on the arms of my chair and leaning into my face
He said “What can your God do to compete with this”

I knew then how Moses felt
When his rod turned into a serpent and the three Egyptian magicians did the same
It’s as if you’re sitting there, while your faith gets violated
And all you feel is weak, powerless, and lame
I desperately and deeply prayed saying “Jesus, give me wisdom,
I don’t want to put you through some foolish test”

Then a shaft of light shot through my soul, igniting my eyes with fire
God stood me up, and I threw the book back in his chest
I said “Isaac, I’ll not compare Gods miracles versus Satan’s,
The issue’s not God’s kingdom and Satan’s lair
The real comparison is the condition of your soul and the condition of mine
And you puppet of the devil, that I will compare”
I said, “My friend, one day they’re coming for you,
The soft a*sociates in your incantations
The friendly demons you think you now control
The time will come when you’ll be lying in bed,
Wheezing like a dying animal
When those sprits lay claim to the rights they own to your soul
Then the room will grow dark,
and the most hideous evil faces you’ve ever seen
Will come flaming out of the floor with a yell
The vile informants that promised reincarnation will claw your spirit
And victoriously drag your soul to hell”
Then I grabbed the book and said,
“In that moment, which mantra, which incantation are you going to chant
To tell them to leave you alone”
I said “My friend I know beyond a shadow of a doubt what I would say,
I AM BOUGHT WITH THE BLOOD OF JESUS, LET ME GO!!”

I said, “Isaac, when you tossed that book in my lap,
you gloated with a sinister victory.
You rejoiced when you saw your name in black and white.
Now I rejoice, not that your council of demons are subject to Jesus,
But that MY name is written in the Lambs Book of Life.”
Then Isaac jumped up from his chair and screamed “You must leave now!”
I said, “I will, but one last obligation…
Next time think twice before you rumble with a man of God…
And by the way, thanks for your.. uh…. Witches Invitation”

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