Hymns (Of the Witches of the West)

A spell of wickedness casts blight upon the land

The townsmen fester painfully the river runs with poison

Take heed and run, the deed is done, the village lost

They killed one of the covens sons, and now they pay the cost

He screamed as he burned

And children cheered his death

"How black they're hearts have turned"

He uttered with his final breath

Upon the moonlit sky they ride

Mourning with word that the high priestess's son had died

Unholy rituals send curses through the sky

Enchant the village where they lie

All that their spells touch is rotten

Take heed and bear this advice

Or you will surely pay the price

Young masters beware

Never fall victim to the hymns of the witches of the West

Entangled by enchanted verse

You'll let them rip your still-beating heart from your chest

Their evil never rests

Younglings were first to disappear

After complaining, they hear singing in their ear

They're bodies all return to draw their mother's tears

Tortured remains to rise your fear

You'll be one with the forgotten

Take heed and bear this advice

Or you will surely pay the price

Young masters beware

Never fall victim to the hymns of the witches of the West

Entangled by enchanted verse

You'll let them rip your still-beating heart from your chest

Their songs of sorrow never rest

Your messenger was sent to offer up surrender

So the grand witch now descended to the village in the east

You took my child's life by fire on that day

I will not rest until you all can feel my pain

Your lives must end

Know while I bathe in the blood of your children

You sought the slaughter of my coven, my kind

I will not rest until we sever your bloodlines

Your lives must end

Know while I bathe in the blood of your children

Your life must end

Young masters beware

Never fall victim to the hymns of the witches of the West

Entangled by enchanted verse

You'll let them rip your still-beating heart from your chest

Their evil never rests