1689, Trial of the Witch (Gothic Knights)

On mid-fall, to the north, year 1689 Lived a young, strange woman, high upon a hill Her house, full of mirrors, candles all lit inside Stairway down to the basement, locked and hidden from sight But when the children got sick superstitions fly No clue of the horror to come Angry mob breaks her door down, smashing all inside the preacher climbs the stairs down, cringes at what he finds Pentagram circled by fire, human sacrifice Caught praying to the other side Burn the witch, tie her to the pyre, town rages on, cleanse with fire The wind now rises, thunder cracks the sky ghost from the fire, fury mirrored in her The town now flees in terror, preacher is left behind Falls into the black pit called Hell Blinded in your dreams, lost souls for me to keep Laughing in your sleep, can you feel my stare I will return, one day, you'll see As a ghost or in the flesh I will haunt you, I will roam