The Witch Of Death

The revenge of a witch put to death

So the story goes, she is in need
Of the hornet and its hunger
To sting the sting of death

Her vengeance of her haters
In the gallows of her keeper
A witch they said in horror

Now she is back in a bony carcass
Nails to hold her doom
Of the striped guarded pest

She has spoken, with a blackened soul
No care of who she takes
The world has betrayed her

There is no killing of a witch
Not the ones of her kind
She revenges in bone and dust

Where she leads her killers
Will never be known, only
The sting will kill and devour

Leaving only your bones behind
To decay within the earth
Your soul is hers to take

Her eyes might be empty
But her will to take
Is stronger than ever

The shadow that you see
Could be the Witch of death
To bring you to her world

A hollow place within
The depths of ash 'n bones
To rot within her grasp