| Evil sorceress clutches her staff
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| Gnarled hands, loathsome laugh
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| She will teach me this wretched craft
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| Glowing eyes loom, lighting the ominous path!
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| At the edge of the forest in a crooked hut she dwells
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| The skeleton witch is death herself
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| Gleaming birch trees claw in the dark
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| The frantic thumping is my own heart
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| Mastering the forbidden arts
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| Thickly cloaked poisonous scents
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| Tinctures thrown in the hearth
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| To cut out her beating heart!
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| COAT! |
| THE DAGGER!
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| MYSTIC! |
| FLAMES!
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| Steel on flint, glowing otherworldly spark
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| Black-cloaked rider, to confuse and deceive
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| The witch is cunning, she’ll have no reprieve
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| Shadowy sisterhood answered the call
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| By day end, my foe will crawl!
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| Now one with battalions of the night
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| Malevolent blade, enchanted demon rites
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| Howling wind, gurgling screams
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| Eldritch power reigns supreme
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| The shadowy sisterhood called out my name
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| As she drew her last breath
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| Cost of their heathen gift
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| Is my DEATH! |