The witches blood is boiling With a contempt for humanity Her brothers and sisters were hunted and murdered By the superstitious masses
Chased to a range of nearby mountains At the edge of the colony Assembling her spirit familiars To ward off the enemy The forces of the netherworld The sorceress commands To inflict a wrath of vengeance No mortal shall withstand
Magic used for vengeful means So goes the myth of old That the fates of all the spells you cast Shall be yours sevenfold
Young is the moon Burning on high Red is the hue Of his evil eyes Drink from a skull Scream like the wind Hatred exhumes The fury within
Oh Gods of stars and soil Do with spite thy baneful deeds Onto the fearful and misled Total death by disease
Stricken within a fatal illness The settlers begin to die One by one they slowly perish From the widespread epidemic The witch returned to the place Where her people had once lived For what she would discover there She'd wish she never didTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
