The Sorceress (Live at Progpower XVII)

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.