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A two horned idol to which they bow

Unto their knees as the innocent bleed

The sacrament of young offspring cry

With fear in their eyes , the black witch arrives

She takes from the womb of thee unfit

Parents who offer their young to die

She cradles the weak with undying rest , sparing their lives from wounds of distress

Throughout the forest , she hears their cries

Echoes of pain , of young demise

The children are brought to the black forest followed by mobs of anger and hate

Hiding in shadows in silence she waits , the crowd draws near to meet their fate, seizing the witch with no children found , now taken captive -chained and bound

Led to the village and tied to the stake. The hunger of death our children forsaken. Reciting spells , the fire burning closer a chilling fear sets in bringing the evil closer.

Look to the sky , see changing weather , controlling climate , her magic is so clever

Darkness lays down the sun.

A house made of bodies -black cauldron of boiling flesh ouaggh!

She has now cast her spell!!!