Thornium - Enslaved By The Witches Eyes

I fall deeper into the land of dark wisdom,
the light from the candles fades away.
The forest embraces my mind,
hellish wrath rises from the depths,
the depths of the almighty spirits,
where medieval witches still burn.

Mistress of darkness, queen of hell.
In my rituals she came forth,
leaving her mark, her eyes.
In a pentagram of blood
she dances the black fury flames.
She possesses me, she enslaves me.

I am on a crusade with the
shadows of evil delight.
A crusade where I leave the
witches mark on Gods church.

Enslaved by the witches eyes,
the fire in my hands set the
monument of God in flames.

Enslaved by the witches eyes,
my burning torches set the
church of God in flames.