The Sorceress Testo

I search alone, dark the night

Deep the blackest forest

And down to Devil's Hopyard

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, Malifica 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 Bröcken Spectre

Rose a luring Angel

Sister of Morgana

Forever dressed in black

We journey through the witch trials

Learned of lore and wives tales

Fathomed deepest oceans

Of her darkest mind



The dead of night parts the sky, the Salem Witch

Hunting eyes, Malifica 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 tortures of men

Through the castles of Demons and Wizards

To your Fate Moerea the sisters

Two hundred fifty thousand

The Salem Witch



Down in the bog of the Witch Meadow run

Malifica revenge the plagues have begun

Burned alive for a crime never done



Children of the darkness dance on the coven of the lost

In a 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 as she descends from the sky

To the cauldron of the damned

In her burning lips he earned the infamous kiss

She took me by the hand

In a wink of an eye she ascended the sky

She unveiled my talisman

I'm the Witch Finder General



Dark the night, deep the blackest forest

And down to Devil's Hopyard

On my way from Salem I lit a fire

The magical brimstone sparks

Ashes from the hazel wood

Dancing with the banshee

Rose up in the sky



The dead of night parts the sky, the Salem Witch

Hunting eyes, Malifica 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