Witch of the End

Crown grew cold in haunted night
Saul sought truth by cursed rite
Called the dead through whispered spell
Raised a ghost from deepest escuridão

Samuel rose with eyes of flame
Spoke no hope, just wrath and shame
King no more, your fate is sealed
Tomorrow's blood on battlefield

Witch just watched the shadows crawl
Demons dancing down the hall
Steel to chest, he met his end
No angel came, no holy friend

Dead by fear, not sword or flame
Buried deep in cursed name