The Sorceress Fates Warning

I search alone, dark the night, deep the
blackest forest, down the devil's hopyard
on my way from Salem I lit a fire
Magical brimstone sparks ashes from the
hazel wood
Dancing with the banshee, fire rose up
to the sky.
The dead of night parts the sky, the Salem
witch
hunting eyes Malefica spells
She soars the ocean shore of Kildare
Over tombs of the harpy fields
Ride the great beast abandoned girls
Lonely girls ride the great beast
Virginal goddess of Hunt Diana
Through the Brocken Spectre rose a lureing
Angel
Sister of Morgana, forever dressed in black
Journey through the witch trials learned
of lore
And wives tales
We fathomed the deepest oceans o her
darkest mind
Searching lands of giants and dragons