She lived in the town by the river, Fair maiden just shy of eighteen, So pretty was young Susan Weaver, Her beauty made jealous the queen An evil tongue slandered the maiden, Corrupted priests took the queen’s side, They proclaimed that poor Susan was tainted, The Devil marked her for his bride Chorus: The witch of Glendale, Clad in black, morbid pale, The witch of Glendale, The scourge of the vale, The witch of Glendale, Spreads terror and bale, The witch of Glendale, The witch of Glendale She was sentenced to trial by water, The young girl was ruthlessly drowned, Her parents could not mourn their daughter, The body was never found Then some of the townsfolk went missing, Those who laughed on the day Susan died, The wind brought to people who listened, A giggle invoking deep fright Men of cloth were found torn to pieces, Queen fell from the wall to her death, The witch has avenged all the kisses That she will never have The fear is spreading like fever, People moan in their sleep in the night, No way to lay to rest Susan Weaver, The girl whom they made the Devil’s bride

Seven silent crows are sitting On the branch of old dead tree, Below the witch is screaming At the stake in agony, People are rejoicing, They all laugh and clap their hands, Watch the devil’s servant Turning into firebrands T he fire’s burning higher, The wind is moaning low, Soon the driving rain will douse the flame, And unashamed they’ll all walk away, But for seven silent crows, But for seven silent crows Eight silent crows are glowering From the old dead tree, The next one stands there accused Of forbidden sorcery, The glassy stares of judges, Men are piling firewood, Never mind the sobbing, We serve the greater good Fire starts to kindle, The wind protracts its claws, The thunderstorm will declare a war Like it’s been before and come next morn You’ll see nine silent crows, You’ll see nine silent crows, You’ll see nine silent crows, You’ll see nine silent crows

In the woods, In the dusk, Tonight the coven gathers, Sinful brood, Faces masked, The coven heeds the call, Long black skirts, Wicked plans, Beware Holy Father, Whispered words, Wicked glance, The rock will start to roll The coven is rising, The coven is here Virgin’s blood, Rattlesnake, Keep the cauldron boiling, Bring the flood, Bring the plague, The coven goes to war, Shrilly laugh, Moonlight dance, Yellow smoke is coiling, Praising death, Deep in trance, The forgotten lore Coven is rising, Coven is here Aconite And nightshade, They get into a frenzy, Bring the blight, Bring the hate, “No mercy” is their cry, Sabbath time, Sacrifice, At the ancient menhir, Evil rhyme, Hungry eyes, The coven rules the night Coven is rising, Coven is here

Full moon spills silver cutting the night, Babies in cradles wake up and cry, Presence of evil is thick in the air, Wolves tuck their tails, run to the lair, Village stands frozen, too scared to breathe, Darkness itself starting to seethe, Vampires and witches, ghosts of stillborn Pledge their allegiance to Lady Forlorn Out of the darkness teeming with fox-bats Her Majesty steps, the Empress reborn, She floats to take the vows of her servants, She’s always alone, she is Lady Forlorn Born in the age no man can remember, Her father was grief, her mother was pain, Her favorite season is cold wet November, Whipped red with the fury of thousand rains, Down at the lake the gathering rages, Senior acolyte blows the black horn, Sirens and harpies, hags and dark mages Praise the coming of Lady Forlorn Out of the darkness teeming with fox-bats, Riding despair and oozing with scorn, The wisp of primordial evil emerges, The stone-hearted creature, the Lady Forlorn They chant a weird tune saluting their mistress, Malicious eyes burn under their hoods, Lady Forlorn descends to the hill crest, Under the icy blind stare of the moon, The crowd now falls silent, receiving the orders, Then by their glee the stillness is torn, Demons and specters, swamp-kin and ogres March out to do bidding of Lady Forlorn Into the darkness teeming with fox-bats She disappears to the wails of the swarm, Evil on Earth is dormant no longer, Aroused from its sleep by the Lady Forlorn