I search alone, dark the night, deep the

blackest forest, down the devil's hopyard

on my way from Salem I lit a fire

Magical brimstone sparks ashes from the

hazel wood

Dancing with the banshee, fire rose up

to the sky.



The dead of night parts the sky, the Salem

witch

hunting eyes Malefica spells

She soars the ocean shore of Kildare

Over tombs of the harpy fields

Ride the great beast abandoned girls

Lonely girls ride the great beast

Virginal goddess of Hunt Diana



Through the Brocken Spectre rose a lureing

Angel

Sister of Morgana, forever dressed in black

Journey through the witch trials learned

of lore

And wives tales

We fathomed the deepest oceans o her

darkest mind



Searching lands of giants and dragons

sail the oceans of serpents and krakens

Under ages of dark the Salem witch

Burned beneath mindless torture of men

through the castles of demons and wizards

Cast to their fate the Moerea the sisters

Two hundred fifty thousand the Salem witch



in the bog of the Witch Meadow run

Malifica revenge plague have begun

Burned alive for a crim never done



Children of the darkness dance on the coven

of the lost

In blazing pyre suspended in air she

demands holocaust

She can exorcise with the whites of her eyes

She'll devour your children, in a wink of

an eye, descend from the sky to the

cauldren of the damned.



Her burning lips urned the infamous kiss

She took me by the hand

In a wink of your eye she ascends to the sky

She unveiled my talisman I'm the

witch finder general.