Witch s Bane

Cold pierces the rotting flesh of spruces.
The pyre is set, the crowd craves the slaughter.
An ancient spell tears through clenched teeth.
Fire licks her feet, but there is no fear.

Припев
Death! The flame devours the frantic wail.
Darkness swallows the final sparks.
Her curse will become your ultimate end.
The gloom of skies will crash upon dead woods.


Smoke crawls towards the blackest clouds.
Bound hands beg for no mercy.
Only hatred burns brighter than the pyre.
Eyes turn black, absorbing the void.

Припев
Death! The flame devours the frantic wail.
Darkness swallows the final sparks.
Her curse will become your ultimate end.
The gloom of skies will crash upon dead woods.


Dust swirls above the empty crags.
The ritual is done, but the terror remains.
Shadows gain flesh in the heavy silence.
The dead maiden now rules the night.

Припев
Death! The flame devours the frantic wail.
Darkness swallows the final sparks.
Her curse will become your ultimate end.
The gloom of skies will crash upon dead woods.