Lyrics The Claymore

The Claymore

Ashes of the Wicked

This is a story of unholy witchcraft

Superstition was wasting my life

I was born in the year of the black crow

When the witches were haunting the land

Take them to the point of no return

Bleeding out their lives in no man’s land

Hear the calling out

Hear the screaming

Alone in the darkness

Awaiting for the end

Hear them calling God

Hear them screaming

Witches are dying

The funeral curse

See the crowd on the foot of the ghost hell

Seven women were caught by the law

Inquisition was raging in darkness

Eye to eye with the nature of death

In the light of the moon

A celebration of unholy madness

See the pain in their eyes

I’m a witness of torture and lies

Take them to the point of no return

Bleeding out their lives in no man’s land

Hear the calling out

Hear the screaming

Alone in the darkness

Awaiting for the end

Hear them calling God

Hear them screaming

Witches are dying

The funeral curse