Chylde Of Fire - Witchcraft

I was born past midnight

'Neath the gloom of the darkest moon

My mother was a burning witch

And my father was a preacher

From that night on I lived in

The shadow of my elder’s deeds

I was the son of rape

And the spawn of preacher’s lost faith

Dear mother, dear father

I didn’t ask to be born

Why did you let me leave

When you didn’t care at all

My life here on earth troubled already from the day of my birth

Heaven turns to hell at the chime of the witches' bell