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.