Verse 1:
Burn! Burn! Burn!
That’s all you scream, “Burn witches down!”
Your tired words don’t wear a crown.
You know so little, blind and small—
You’ll never watch our magic fall.
We’ve lived through every passing age,
In every village, beyond your cage.
Bridge:
We are the witches from the swamp’s dark shore,
Brewing potions, crafting lore.
What’s coming, you will never see—
Our might is vast and wild, and free!
Chorus:
You don’t know what we can do,
We’ll never be the same as you.
Maybe we’ll fly on brooms at night,
Or summon mobs to give you a fright.
We’ll curse your crops and spoil your brew,
And cast our spells right back on you.
Your iron golems, we’ll make weak,
And don’t even ask what happens to your streak.
Verse 2:
Flames rise high, and creepers hiss,
Villagers trembling, nights like this.
Your priests, your guards, they’ll try to fight,
But none of you can match our might.
For every splash potion you fear,
We’ve got a dozen more right here.
You never saw us in your towns,
But we’ll be back when the sun goes down.
Chorus:
You don’t know what we can do,
We’ll never be the same as you.
Maybe we’ll fly on brooms at night,
Or summon mobs to give you a fright.
We’ll curse your crops and spoil your brew,
And cast our spells right back on you.
Your iron golems, we’ll make weak,
And don’t even ask what happens to your streak.
Verse 3:
You built your walls, you sharpened your swords,
But in the dark, your fear affords.
Potion of harming, poison too,
We laugh as they turn back on you.
But still we stand, in shadow’s fold,
Casting our hexes, our secrets untold.
For while your torches turn to dim,
Our cauldrons bubble, our patience thin.
Outro:
You’ll never find the ones you seek,
We blend with night, so strong and sleek.
Your hunt, your rage, it’s all for naught—
We are the witches you never caught.
The Swamp Coven, we stand so tall,
Soon we’ll return to see you fall.
We’ll strike you down when night is black,
The hunters’ blood, we’ll give it back.