Witchlore

Standing alone in pain and dark beauty,
Slaves to the salvation of all.
Guardians of power at the gateways to hell,

Tainted by darkness to see what they fight,
Corrupted inside to hold back the night,
Wardens of hell holding daemons at bay,

Witchlore. covens of three.
Witchlore. never set free.
Witchlore. hunting their own.
Witchlore. always alone.

Doomed to failure and turned from the light,
Hated by all yet still they fight,
Keeping at bay the end of the world.

Coven's of three for the taint's never far,
Bonded together by the pain in their hearts,
Burned alive so that the daemons must die.

Legion. daemons of hell.
Legion. breach the seventh gate.
Legion. armies of the night.
Legion. burn all in our wake.

We walk, amongst the living.
We walk, amongst the dead.
Like ghosts, in your midst.
Where daemons, fear to tread.

Burn! the flames are climbing higher.
Burn! another witch will die.
Burn! the flames are climbing higher.
Burn! tonight a. daemon. dies.