Lyrics

Bow to the Witch

Where the storms rage wild,
and the black blood flows
with the power of arrogance.
And the green-eyed smiles of the lost,
enthroned in a steel of confidence,
fall to the witch.

From the midst of time,
at the dawn of fire,
in a house of radiance.
Grew a band of hosts
with the ears of ghosts,
and a clearing in the dense.

Milk the poison
from their breath,
breaking their defence.
Breaking their backs
and sending them
to the depths of consequence.

Give me a fever
to make a cold chills go.
Hand me a cleaver
to make the bad men go.
Bury the divas
so only worms will grow.
Beckon the dead back
until their dead heads bow
to the witch.

Take your share of the loot.
Draw your own strange fruit.
Are you kneeling?
Are you ready to pray?
Are you prone to the tooth
of your home-grown truth?
Does it feed you?
Are you King for the day?

Milk the poison
from their breath,
breaking their defence.
Breaking their backs
and sending them
to the depths of consequence.

Give me a fever
to make a cold chills go.
Hand me a cleaver
to make the bad men go.
Bury the divas
so only worms will grow.
Beacon back their dead
and hang their heads
impaled to the witch.

Fall to the witch.

Give me a fever
to make a cold chills go.
Hand me a cleaver
to make the bad men go.
Bury the divas
so only worms will grow.
Beckon the dead back
until their dead heads bow
to the witch.

Fall to the witch.