In a land far away there stood a tower; a tower of power.
In that tower lived a witch; an evil and foul bitch.
One day the hero took his sword, got on his horse and went to war.
Coming to the land of the evil witch,
waving his sword a-left and a-right;
killing his enemies a dozen at a time.
Surrounding the tower, the tower of power.
No one left alive.
The witch, afraid, she weaved a spell.
Witch:
"Come to me sweet prince. Come to me, you have no will.
Your will is my will.
You must slay your friends and army in the night.
Slit their throats while they sleep, leaving no one alive."
Hero:
"I must kill.
I must kill them all for the mistress, I have no will to resist this.
I have no will to resist this even though she is a witch.
Kill kill kill, die die die, blood blood blood, death death death."
One of his vassals did escape and warned his love.
She must learn the way of the sword and to ride a horse.
So she lifted weights and cut her hair.
She learned the way of the sword and to ride a horse and went to war.
Coming to the land of the evil witch,
both drew steel in a moonlit night.
The witch her throat was cut and blood trickled down her neck.
The babbling brook became crimson red.
The witch, afraid, tried one final spell, and called forth the Princes of Hell.
Princes of Hell:
"WE ARE THE PRINCES OF HELL,
YOU HAVE NOT SERVED US WELL.
AND PAY THE PRICE: YOUR SOUL."
Witch:
"No, I served you well! You cannot do this, please no , no noooo."
Princes of Hell:
"Die, witch, and burn in hell!"