Tale Of The Witch

When the sun begins to fade
And the moon begins to shine
The blackest shades are falling down
The coldest winds are blowing low

The beasts are howling in the sky
They know that something is over there
Children of the night are whispering her name
Summoning the witch with their blood in the flames

Afraid to live, afraid to die
The witch is near her scream is high
Her body`s pale her face is cold
The spell of death has been told

Guilt is on her feet
She flees to save her soul
She releases a spell, summons the dark
To lead her haters to a trap.
Thou her power fades
Her journey slowly ends
Her gorgeus body now in the haters hands
Condemned to stake, the witch covered in flames.

Embraced with sins,embraced with death
The mighty witch swear she`ll be back,
Her heart is black, her soul undead
The spell`s been broken but it`s not her end.