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.