The Sorceress

I search alone, dark the night, deep the blackest forest, down the devil's hopyard on my way from Salem I lit a fire 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 Malefica spells She soars the ocean shore of Kildare Over tombs of the harpy fields Ride the great beast abandoned girls Lonely girls ride the great beast Virginal goddess of Hunt Diana Through the Brocken Spectre rose a lureing Angel Sister of Morgana, forever dressed in black Journey through the witch trials learned of lore