Crimson Coven (Orchestre Symphonique Cover)

Cursed binge burn. Shadow hexed woe. Nightfall, the wives arise. By silver light,

the village dies. By day they bow in silken grace,

obedient to their kin. Hands that feed, the heart that's dawn,

conceal the night's dark sin. When silver moon ascends the sky, they slip beyond

the pale. In whispering pines, they- Runic chants weave through the wind,

hex curses on the breeze. Wicked oaths, unfurling gloom, the village quivers

on its knees. Lantern light must fear the shade where hidden malice grows.

For every whisper laced with spite, a thousand thorns of woe. Cursed binge burn.