The Witch

Dead black moon in a blood red sky

Dark whispers coming to your ears

Mysterious call to disappear

Eyes of fire watching over us

One by one, we will all be cursed

Fate of men contained in a spell

It's too late to save us from hell

Burn her body, you can't burn her soul

She'll still be here to watch us all

Through ages, she writes history

From ashes to eternity