Onwards to gallows Hill march on unto the face of death seek the world beyond the locust tree one by one to hang by neck Onwards to gallows hill the unsacred ground of ruin where witches hang & the crowd applaud for the sentence & extermination of each druid Herenow before all eyes condemned with noose to hang & upon some certain bloodline a curse to he these witches sang without remorse & without guilt under the devil they feel no shame rope around neck with heads on tilt their eyes of fire still praise his name One by one they are set to fall & the sky lets loose it's rain clouds gather & bring forth storm the devil's magic has come to claim from this witch comes a voice too deep & a language that none can name until the order comes she sleeps moving on to which next will hang