Season Of The Witch

The old oak doors creak open
When I step up in the spot, step up in the spot
Everything is dark and the lights are all off
No ones home
No ones home
No one knows
No one knows
The thorns
They grow
Covering the palace
Hidden deep inside her heart of malice
With lips that are red like wine
Sipping blood from a chalice
While she sits on a throne
Made out of human bones
They all look to her for answers
But go ahead and turns to stone

I just hope you know
I just hope you know
That girl
Only a demon moves in the ways you do
I see trying to find a reason
Just to justify the changing of the seasons
As the wind blows in from the west
Bringing with it dark tidings
A new moon is rising
It's the season of the witch
It's the season of the witch
It's the season of the witch

I just hope you know
I just hope you know
That girl
Only a demon moves in the ways you do
I see trying to find a reason
Just to justify the changing of the seasons
As the wind blows in from the west
Bringing with it dark tidings
A new moon is rising
It's the season of the witch
It's the season of the witch
It's the season of the witch