A Witches View

Lyrics

[Intro - low ritual drums, distant thunder, whispered dark choir, bowed metal drones, ominous cinematic strings]
I see the moon through a veil of ash
Hear the old bones crack in the blackened past
Smoke in the pine and the blood-red sky
Something in the dark keeps calling my name tonight

[Verse 1 - aggressive industrial pulse, distorted bass, shamanic chants, sinister female vocal lead]
Circle the fire, draw the line
Salt on the tongue, and the serpent sign
I walk with crows in a crown of thorns
Through the ruin where the wicked were born
Every shadow has a hungry face
Every prayer gets dragged through the grave
I know the way where the dead still breathe
Under the roots of the ancient trees

[Pre-Chorus - rising strings, layered choir, tension building, fierce female growl]
Oh, I have seen through the witch’s eye
The wolves in the chapel, the saints that lie
Oh, I have heard the mountain cry
When the night was split and the heavens died

[Chorus - explosive nu metal удар, pounding drums, massive choir, screamed gang vocals, cinematic strings]
From a witch’s view, the world burns red
Crowns turn to ash and the meek are dead
From a witch’s view, no soul is clean
We dance in the smoke where the angels scream
From a witch’s view, the veil comes thin
I can taste the fear on the skin of men
From a witch’s view, the night is true
And I rise in the dark, I rise through you

[Verse 2 - heavier guitars, industrial machinery hits, warped chants, sinister whispered harmonies]
I’ve buried names in the river mud
Watched the moon drink deep of the fallen blood
I’ve stitched my fate with a thorn and bone
Made my altar from the broken stone
The crows come close when I call their king
Black wings beating like a funeral hymn
And the forest bends when I speak my vow
With a smoke-black breath and a serpent brow

[Pre-Chorus - choir swelling, toms rolling, female vocals turning venomous]
Oh, I have seen what the fire conceals
The knife in the sermon, the wound that heals
Oh, I have walked where the silence screams
Past the gate of shattered dreams

[Chorus - full-force, crushing low end, choir and lead vocals in unison]
From a witch’s view, the world burns red
Crowns turn to ash and the meek are dead
From a witch’s view, no soul is clean
We dance in the smoke where the angels scream
From a witch’s view, the veil comes thin
I can taste the fear on the skin of men
From a witch’s view, the night is true
And I rise in the dark, I rise through you

[Bridge - stripped back ritual chanting, eerie female whispers, distant strings, heartbeat kick]
Kaa-ruun... kaa-ruun...
By ash and fang, by root and ruin
Kaa-ruun... kaa-ruun...
Let the old world break into the moon
I am the eye in the storm’s black throat
I am the curse that the traitors wrote
I am the flame in the hollow reed
I am the hunger you cannot feed

[Final Chorus - maximum intensity, tribal percussion, distorted guitars, colossal choir, savage female screams]
From a witch’s view, the world burns red
Crowns turn to ash and the meek are dead
From a witch’s view, no soul is clean
We dance in the smoke where the angels scream
From a witch’s view, the veil comes thin
I can taste the fear on the skin of men
From a witch’s view, the night is true
And I rise in the dark, I rise through you

[Outro - fading choir, distant ritual drums, reverb-soaked female vocal, collapsing strings]
A witch’s view...
The flame, the bone, the broken sky...
A witch’s view...
I watch the world die with open eyes...