Vixana
- TrveSovereign (2020)You are listening to the song Vixana by TrveSovereign, writer by TrveSovereign in album The Dewerstone (2020). The highest quality of audio that you can download is flac . Also, you can play quality at 32kbps, view lyrics and watch more videos related to this song.
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Lyrics
[Verse 1:]
Through the darkness from the misty peaks
Down this winding road I hear Vixana call to me
The evil cackle and the echo of her voice
I know this is my destiny now I must make a choice
To choose the path I know so many have trod before
Then disappear forever in the black bog of the moor
Or hide away, scared in the safety of my den
And await the dreadful news that the witch has killed again.
[Chorus:]
Fighting to stay awake
But struggling just drags me down
To suffer a morbid fate
Filling my lungs, I slowly drown
The coldness grips me tight
In a macabre embrace
Blackness takes my sight
And the afterlife awaits.
[Verse 2:]
The time has come and now I know what I must do
I made a promise to the town now I must follow through
For I possess a power no other man can summon
A gift from the pixies to defeat this vile woman
As reward for saving them from the bog
The power of sight to see through the thickest of fog
And a ring laden with golden filigree
That grants the wearer the power of invisibility.
[Chorus]
[Bridge:]
As I continue down the narrow winding path
I hear the horrid echo of the witches laugh
She casts a spell and fog descends through the trees
But I am no longer phased thanks to the pixies I can see.
[Bridge 2:]
I peer through the mist and see her high upon the torre staring down below into the bog that I shall fall
A wry grin creeps across her face revealing two rotten teeth barely held in place
So I continue on the narrow path
And the confused witch prepares to unleash her wrath
Aware of the danger that I'm in
I reach into my pocket and slip on the magic ring.
[Verse 3:]
Bewildered by this trick she starts to scream and yell
For she knows not where to direct her wicked, magic spells
Her frail arms wave her gnarled stick back and forth
As magic erupts and rains down on the earth
I climb upon the tor that she has always loomed
With a swift blow to the back I push her to her doom
Her skeletal figure tumbles down the Dartmoor rocks
The sound of her breaking bones ring through the land that she once stalked.
[Chorus]
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