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Cast down with a sickness

Apprised by the old high priestess

He beg, stole, and borrowed

To find the witch down in the hollow

No dreams or incantations could break the hexxer’s will

Driven mad by an awful spell

Necromancy made him kill

With no remorse he lifted the sorcery by force

With only God as their witness

Controlled by the dreadful illness

Hog-tied and restrained

One shot to end the demon’s reign

No dreams or incantations could break the hexxer’s will

Driven mad by an awful spell

Necromancy made him kill

With no remorse he lifted the sorcery by force

You must follow the devil’s spoor to its end

One day you will cry out in eternal relief

“Thank God, the witch is dead”