歌词
[Intro]
In the deep of Salem's woods, under the cloak of night,
The witches gather, their power alight.
[Verse]
With the circle drawn in the earth so old,
They summon the Horned King, brave and bold.
Ancient words whispered in the chilling breeze,
Their voices carry through the trees.
[Verse]
Around the fire, their shadows dance,
In the ritual, they take their chance.
Offerings laid at the forest's throne,
To call upon the king of bone.
[Bridge]
In the silence, the forest holds its breath,
As they conjure life and death.
From the darkness, a figure takes form,
In the witching hour, he is born.
[Refrain]
Hail, the Horned King, ruler of the night,
In his presence, the stars shine bright.
Under his gaze, the witches stand,
Commanding the shadows of the land.
[Verse]
His eyes, a flame, his voice, a song,
To him, the witches' souls belong.
With every chant and every spell,
They weave their magic, oh, so well.
[Refrain]
Hail, the Horned King, ruler of the night,
In his presence, the stars shine bright.
Under his gaze, the witches stand,
Commanding the shadows of the land.
[Verse]
He speaks of secrets, old and new,
Of the power that in darkness grew.
With a gesture, he sets the sky alight,
The forest alive with magic's might.
[Verse]
He speaks of secrets, old and new,
Of the power that in darkness grew.
With a gesture, he sets the sky alight,
The forest alive with magic's might.
[Verse]
As dawn approaches, he fades away,
But in their hearts, he will stay.
With a promise to return once more,
When the witches call, as they did before.
[Refrain]
Hail, the Horned King, ruler of the night,
In his presence, the stars shine bright.
Under his gaze, the witches stand,
Commanding the shadows of the land.
[Outro]
So in the woods of Salem, beware,
For the Horned King is summoned there.
In the dance of fire and spell,
The witches weave their magic well.
[Outro]
So in the woods of Salem, beware,
For the Horned King is summoned there.
In the dance of fire and spell,
The witches weave their magic well.
