The Apparitionist - The Witch
Walking alone on an empty trail
Deformed, maimed and skin so pale
Piecing memories in my mind
A victim of the dark kind
Forced into an ancient home
Webs of spiders all around
Dusty books on rotted shelves
An old hag reciting spells
Mixing blood in with bones
Grinding them with ancient stones
Pour the mix into the fire
And watch it burn with desire
Ancient one with rotted skin
So old that she has no kin
Luring children with sweet treats
Using their flesh to make her meats
Otherworldly incantations
Supernatural abominations
Created with ancient witchcraft
Following the blackened path
Magic blacker than her soul
Sold to Satan pay the toll
Tie her to a wooden stake
And Burn her while she's still awake
Twisted trees with rotted roots
Blackened soil and bloody shoots
Deep in a cabin in the woods
Followed by cloaked men with hoods
The witch stands before them all
Preaching that the world shall fall
Emptyness inside her words
Heard over the cry of birds
Clothed in pelts of children's skin
Body old and dead within
Eyes like an endless black abyss
Her voice like that of a serpents hiss
Children crying in the night
Knowing they won't see the light
Their souls are set to be devoured
Preparing the darkest hour
Otherworldly incantations
Supernatural abominations
Created with ancient witchcraft
Following the blackened path
Magic blacker than her soul
Sold to Satan pay the toll
Tie her to a wooden stake
And Burn her while she's still awake
Demonic scriptures read
Sacrificial Lamb is bled
Ancient matriarch of death
Placing her victims in her hex
Portal to another realm
Guided by Satan's helm
Parting through a mass of trees
Evil traveling through the breeze
Darkened forces now at play
All the light is held at bay
Seeking answers from her mind
Darkness is all that you'll find
Seize her and all of her things
Do not let her pull your strings
Take her to the burning fire
Chain her in bonds of iron
Otherworldly incantations
Supernatural abominations
Created with ancient witchcraft
Following the blackened path
Magic blacker than her soul
Sold to Satan pay the toll
Tie her to a wooden stake
And Burn her while she's still awake
Written by:
Nicholas Frohmader
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