Analysis of Witchammer (Phase Two)

I'm calling in my favors
Calling up my favorites
I'm calling out the cunning witches
The conjurings have yet to reach me
I'm calling back my counter-curses
and now begins the suffering
My karma suffocates the backlash
of the three-fold law
Slit your throat and stick it
right back down your craw
No cauldron concoction
or voodoo doll
Shall make the climb
up my psychic wall
My emissaries shall not sleep
until they drag these snakes
to lay at my feet
and be trampled underneath
An invocation to reprise
my dying wish
and since I'm already dead in your eyes
it's time to dive in the abyss
trapped inside the ambergris
but still alive
Now I think you feel me...
twisting in possession seizure
'til judgement and beyond
I'll be your torture teacher