Ashes Of The Wicked

This is a story of unholy witchcraftSuperstition was wasting my lifeI was born in the year of the black crowWhen the witches were haunting the landTake them to the point of no returnBleeding out their lives in no man's landHear the calling outHear the screamingAlone in the darknessAwaiting for the endHear them calling GodHear them screamingWitches are dyingThe funeral curseSee the crowd on the foot of the ghost hellSeven women were caught by the lawInquisition was raging in darknessEye to eye with the nature of deathIn the light of the moonA celebration of unholy madnessSee the pain in their eyesI'm a witness of torture and liesTake them to the point of no returnBleeding out their lives in no man's landHear the calling outHear the screamingAlone in the darknessAwaiting for the endHear them calling GodHear them screamingWitches are dyingThe funeral curse