What kind of creatures could live this way?
In a memorial ball, held for a soul that lives for infinity
I could have slayed them, harvest what's left
No one could have told me wielding such power
Could leave you so alone out here
This tower's got ramparts, libations to spare
But none of my vassals need of these things
The curse that I weave has me pulling the strings
And now the mortals all fear me. The immortals dance
Around a great fire of personal things
Once they held meaning, now I pull the strings around here
Go on, tell the townsfolk. There's a witch in these woods
Go on, tell the elves now. There's a lich in these woods
Make them storm the castle, make them tell the king
Make them beg and plea for assistance from the thing in these woods
There's a witch in these woods
Go on, tell the townsfolk. There's a witch in these woods
Go on, tell the elves now. There's a lich in these woods