The Sorceress (Demo) Songtext / Lyric

I search alone, dark the night, deep the blackest forest

And down the devil's hop yard on my way from Salem I lit a fire

The 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 flies the ocean shore of Kildare over tombs of the harpy fields

Lonely girls ride the great beast, Virginal Goddess of Hunt Diana



Through the Brocken Spectre rose a luring Angel

Sister of Morgana, forever dressed in black

With journey through the witch trials learned of lore and wives tales

Fathomed the deepest oceans of her darkest mind



The dead of night parts the sky, the Salem witch

Hunting eyes Malefica spells

She flies the ocean shore of Kildare over tombs of the harpy fields

Lonely girls ride the great beast, Virginal Goddess of Hunt Diana






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

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 crime never done



Children of the darkness dance on the coven of the lost

In blazing pyre suspended in air she demands holocaust

Well she can exercise with the whites of her eyes

She'll devour your children



In a wink of an eye, descend from the sky to the cauldron of the damned

Her burning lips urned the infamous kiss she took me by the hand

In a wink of an eye she ascends to the sky

She unveiled my talisman I'm the witch finder general



Dark the night, deep the blackest forest

And down the devil's hop yard on my way from Salem I lit a fire

The 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 flies the ocean shore of Kildare over tombs of the harpy fields

Lonely girls ride the great beast, Virginal Goddess of Hunt Diana