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   And wives tales   We fathomed the deepest oceans o her   darkest mind      Searching lands of giants and dragons   sail the oceans of serpents and krakens   Under ages of dark the Salem witch   Burned beneath mindless torture of men   through the castles of demons and wizards   Cast to their fate the Moerea the sisters   Two hundred fifty thousand the Salem witch      in the bog of the Witch Meadow run   Malifica revenge plague have begun   Burned alive for a crim never done      Children of the darkness dance on the coven   of the lost   In blazing pyre suspended in air she   demands holocaust   She can exorcise with the whites of her eyes   She'll devour your children, in a wink of   an eye, descend from the sky to the   cauldren of the damned.      Her burning lips urned the infamous kiss   She took me by the hand   In a wink of your eye she ascends to the sky   She unveiled my talisman I'm the   witch finder general.