Mandalaband Witch Of Waldow Wood
Wandering tales will ring
The death of virgin souls
The weeping winds of mourning
Bring a sad lament upon a dying breath
The warlock's knife of serpent steel
Has spilled the sacrificial blood
From out the witch of Waldow Wood, Waldow Wood
Upon that stone in dead of night
A witch of pure unblemished white
Fell victim to satanic rite in Waldow Wood
Wandering tales will ring
Of how she gave her love
To one dispossessed of his soul
Who then vowed her heart in worship to the damned
The warlock's knife of serpent steel
Has spilled the sacrificial blood
From out the witch of Waldow Wood, Waldow Wood
In pools of death her love lies lost
Betrayed by one ordained in blood
Whose devil worship vanquished all the powers of good
So now she lies beneath the leaves
In lakes of withered poppy seeds
To wander far in fields of fantasy
