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Bound for the black country
As the light recedes behind
Upon the white odonatar
Witch's vision as their guide

Be wary and keep watch tonight
Make sure your weapon's at hand
Here in the land where shines no light

She wore a cloak of feathers and rode a mare of purest white,
A silver chalice in her hands, a look of sadness in her eyes.
A thing of beauty to behold, but a sorrow to possess,
She'll take all that you offer until there's nothing left.
Nothing left.

Face hidden in shadow beneath a hood of quills.
The fittings of her raiment conceal all her ills.

Before the clocks started counting
We built shrines to the sun
Conducted rites by the moonlight
Now remembered by none
As we move through the future
We are warmed by the past
Like a fire on a cold, dark night
But dawn's here at last

They speed us unto our doom
Turn the earth into our tomb
Deserving no less than death

They know nothing
They give nothing
They love nothing
They are nothing

A Sword of fire and an axe of cold
Vision of the sibyl has fortold
Armies gather on the battle-plain
All will fall and earth will die in flame

Here on the Battle-Plain
We will die in Flame

The Sword: Lawless Lands Lyrics

Beyond there lies the Archer
Lost in lawless lands
Onward rides the archer
Along in lawless lands

Some say power reckons

The maiden sitting by her pool
Was first to hear my pleas
As she gazed into the water
She recited these words to me:

Walk not down that road
I can not tell you where it goes
Ask me no more questions

There is a place where the losers win
A port of call for desperate men
It is known by many names
We come and go but it remains
Nobody cares, nobody cries
if you're scared or if you die
That's the way it goes

Beware those Gypsy witches
They are not what they seem
One might try to put A hex on you
Sisterly mysteries
Or just tattoos and jewelry
How they do it is nothing new
By and by
A stitch in time

Great peril awaits us beyond the Black River
Summoned by the beating of drums
Our number is few and our errand is dire
We do what must be done

At the bidding of the high priest
The tribes gather for war
Evil sorcery is unleashed

A strange voice within his mind
from the glowing orb in his hand
spoke of the properties of certain herbs
growing wild all across this land

Three witches you shall meet
along the road to your fate

Forged by the Crow-Mage from shards of darkness
Honed by the half-breed to vorpal sharpness

Behold! The bastard's blade

Bane of the demon lord
Slayer of the spider priest
Spiller of the silver blood