My image of a witch |
The Damned Necromancer As her soul slowly dies with every wicked sin She uses her claws to collect her ingredients Webbing her lies into the hearts of mortals Corrupting the innocent world that's oblivious to her. She uses her claws to collect her ingredients Her festering face grins with every successful spell Corrupting the innocent world that's oblivious to her As she damns herself closer to purgatory. Her festering face grins with every successful spell And her empty sleep deprived crusted eyes gleam As she damns herself closer to purgatory Trying to find a way to abolish her death. And her empty sleep deprived crusted eyes gleam Into her century old rusted cauldron Trying to find a way to abolish her death That she knows is soon to come. Into her century old rusted cauldron She sees her atrocious death That she knows is soon to come As she shivers in her moth eaten dress. She sees her atrocious death And a plan starts to form in her mischievous head As she shivers in her moth eaten dress Knowing what she must do. And a plan starts to form in her mischievous head As she reaches for her tattered spell book Knowing what she must do She realizes she is doomed. As she reaches for her tattered spell book Webbing her lies into the hearts of mortals She realizes she is doomed As her soul slowly dies with every wicked sin |