2Still can't find what keeps me here
When all this time I've been so hollow inside
I know you're still there
Heavy mist swirls around the dark forest. Its dark, the last rays of sunset long faded. Listen do you hear that? Nothing. Thats what so strang. IN the forest you would expect sounds, wouldnt you? Crikets, the buzz of bat wings, somrthing. Look! There in the middel of that clearing...a woman..in black. Do you know who she is?No..I do. She sthe witch..The Black Witch. I know her story. Shes waiting..waiting for another immortal..like her. And guess what...that immortals me. Staff in hand I go to fight her. I am the Ranville witch...she is my creator. For centories she has haunted me..tonight I make sure she will never agian.
Watching me, wanting me
I can feel you pull me down
Fearing you loving you
I won't let you pull me down To long I have suffered because of her. To long have I been a slave to her..to long. Never agian. I aproach her. She hears me, turns, red eyes lock on mine, sheet white face twists as black lips sneers. Leering at me she flicks a gressy strand of black hair out of her face. Once she was beautiful..once even Helen of Troy could not stand proud in her presence. Now she was rotting away..dieing..yet still, forever living. Raising a clawed hand, black lighting bolts flash out at me. Holding up my hand I block them. Smiling coldly at her shocked face I throw a sizziling red ball at her chest. She dous not escape. Burning threw her rotting flesh , she screams, more in anger than pain. Taking mr by surprise I writh in pain,as a bal of ice frezzes my skin. She cannot win.
Hunting you I can smell you - alive
Your heart pounding in my head She binds my body with burning ropes. Raising her staff she prepares to kill me. I WONT GIVE IN! I scream, throwing off the bonds, forcing her back. Pure fury gleams in her eyes. Leaping to her feat, a black sword appears in her hand. Fliking my wrist, my own sword of silver, appears in my hand. Both set on one thought, we hurl ourselves at each other, slamming blades together, screaming in our own turn as a sharp tip plunges in to our flesh. Finaly driving her to her knees, I set my blood drenched blade agianst her throat. " Never will you haunt me agian.." I hiss. Then with a sick wet sound, her head flys across the clearing. No one can kill a immortal, except another immortal.
Watching me, wanting me
I won't let you pull me down
Saving me, raping me, watching me Once I called her mother, once I called her freind, once I loved her. Now I name her enemy, a slain foe. Spitting on her roting corpse I walk away, nothing but weary ringing in my bones. Walking back into sivilization, Londons quiet streets, I can feel her powere and life surge threw me. No. I push it away. I dont need her. Never agian. Pushing open the door of my small flat, I lie on my bed, weak, so very tired. Then, there in the darkness, I vowto myself I will never create a witch.. never will I bring to life a Newfoundling. Then closing my eyes, I slip into unbreakabel darkness.
Watching me, wanting me
I can let you pull me down
Fearing you... loving you
I won't let you pull me down