The Crones of Shadowfen

They see your fate clear as day and know your hatred You come with sabers, torches, spears and knives Thinking you can take the lives of those who plague you The witches in their den concocting potions Waiting for the Catholics to try and take them The moon is glowing with a bright red Those hunters will suffer an epic death As the hunters draw near they hear laughter Of the evil crones who plan to eat them The witches cast an evil spell of death Uttering the words: de kristne vil sokne The witches stepped outside to fight them The huntsmen scream "FIRE" and empty their crossbows But when they shot the witches disappeared And then unleashed a poison gas upon the men Blood! Pain! Suffocation! Death! The hunters all died The scene is horrific The witches call their lord Satan The deed is done The crones are victorious Now they live forever and ever to plague the land