Enjoy. Song: Dark Epic Music: "Witch Wicca" by Glen Gabriel.

As the witch looms over all.
And sees the disaster and mess.
Of the witches that fall.
To the trials and death that press.

Press into this land.
Hatred fills for the loss.
Of the covens and harm that was by their hand.
As ashes twirl and toss.

In the air.
As she watches with a familiar so dark.
Like the night we cherish so fair.
Along with the hate of the sun in the bark.

The tree bark stained.
With the ash of the other witches.
With the screams of cries so pained.
As the sky cries and itches.

And her fingers twitch with hate.
And she shall have hate in her breath.
For the fallen from the fate.
As they saw every coven face their death.

The witch of wicca and magick.
Dressed in black to protect
As she sees the ash hit every stick.
And she and the familiar project.

Project their fear and hate so strong.
As they watch the witches run.
As they sacrifice in witch trials so wrong.
Blessing themselves under moon and sun.

They see the flame slowly burn.
And the screams get louder and pained.
As the embers turn.
And the sky get stained.

With all the ash.
It all rains.
From the trials they need to bash.
With hate and power as the ash stains.

The land turns a black.
And smells of burning hair.
As they leave with their familiar back.
At their side so fair.

As they walk away.
From the trial.
At the end of the day.
You hear the screams dial.

Dial up louder as it warns to run.
And we run faster.
Full of hate and a blocked out sun.
From the smoke from the priest master.

As the master burns them alive.
Loss consumes us all.
And my tears dive.
As the coven shall fall.

As the witch looms over all.
And sees the disaster and mess.
Of the witches that fall.
To the trials and death that press.

Press into this land.
Hatred fills for the loss.
Of the covens and harm that was by their hand.
As ashes twirl and toss.

In the air.
As she watches with a familiar so dark.
Like the night we cherish so fair.
Along with the hate of the sun in the bark.

The tree bark stained.
With the ash of the other witches.
With the screams of cries so pained.
As the sky cries and itches.

The witch of wicca here.
As she leaves in the forest so thick.
Their glee will be mere.
As she has magick.

“And ye harm none, do as ye will".
Is all that plays in her mind.
As the mad kill.
Kill off their kind.

In the trial for the mass.
To watch and the mass to die.
We shall come back together in the grass.
When ash doesn't lie.

When ash doesn't lie on the ground.
And choke the sun and moon.
So don't make a sound.
As we have to separate so soon.

The witch of wicca is full of hate.
For the loss of the witches around.
All but her and a group live on, blame fate.
For the lady, don't make a sound.

As her magic sparks to life.
Through her familiar's eyes her fingers.
As she holds her athame knife.
And the ash around floats and lingers.

And her fingers twitch with hate.
And she shall have hate in her breath.
For the fallen from the fate.
As they saw every coven face their death.

The witch of wicca and magick.
Dressed in black to protect
As she sees the ash hit every stick.
And she and the familiar project.

Project their fear and hate so strong.
As they watch the witches run.
As they sacrifice in witch trials so wrong.
Blessing themselves under moon and sun.

They see the flame slowly burn.
And the screams get louder and pained.
As the embers turn.
And the sky get stained.

With all the ash.
It all rains.
From the trials they need to bash.
With hate and power as the ash stains.