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The witches blood is boiling

With a contempt for humanity

Her brothers and sisters were hunted and murdered

By the superstitious masses

Chased to a range of nearby mountains

At the edge of the colony

Assembling her spirit familiars

To ward off the enemy

The forces of the netherworld

The sorceress commands

To inflict a wrath of vengeance

No mortal shall withstand

Magic used for vengeful means

So goes the myth of old

That the fates of all the spells you cast

Shall be yours sevenfold

Young is the moon

Burning on high

Red is the hue

Of his evil eyes

Drink from a skull

Scream like the wind

Hatred exhumes

The fury within

Oh Gods of stars and soil

Do with spite thy baneful deeds

Onto the fearful and misled

Total death by disease

Stricken within a fatal illness

The settlers begin to die

One by one they slowly perish

From the widespread epidemic

The witch returned to the place

Where her people had once lived

For what she would discover there

She'd wish she never did