The Witch

Dead black moon in a blood red sky Hands of doom in the mournful night 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

Submitted by MetalElf — Aug 21, 2026