Witchcraft by Jack Harlon & The Dead Crows

Gaslight is burning
No one can see
A twitch in
My hand
Vibration in the sand

-The holy scent a death-

Valley dividin'
The earth an open mouth
Concealed , revealed
The witch of clay and steel

Without a word she said

I’m invincible
I regard myself
As a prisoner of the underground
Undeniable
The impending hell
I choose to set on the outer realm

Well, I'll sleep another day
When I'm dead.


"A storm of compacted lights poured from my open chest
Raining down upon whatever this foul entity was
Skin began to peel from her face
Her bones collapsed
All was in its right place
The Empress, now a pile of arcane dust"


Dead bodies burning
Cant feel anything now
No word of
A prayer
I fire into the air

-6 brothers made of lead-

The shot collidin'
It cracks the teeth
And punches
A hole
Corruption of the soul

-The empress lays her head-

I’m invincible
I regard myself
As a prisoner of the Underground
Undeniable
The Impending Hell
I choose to set on the outer realm

Well, I'll sleep another day

In hell.

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