꓄ꃅꍟ ꓄ꍏꋪ ꅏꀤ꓄ꉓꃅ

"The story, idea, and lyrics are the original work of Lamefroid." Copyright © 2026 Lamefroid. All rights reserved She walked in white, a sister pure as snow, Till she beheld the King in lustful glow. Two naked males entwined in royal shame — A vision sharp enough to slay a name. They held her down in the candlelit hall, Poured molten pitch down her throat. They filled her belly, her lungs, her screams, A living barrel of tar and shattered dreams. Tar Witch… Tar Witch… Rising slow from the well. Tar Witch… Tar Witch… Dripping black from hell. They threw her body down the dried-up pit, A silent sack of tar and broken grit. But something ancient heard her final scream, And made the darkness bleed… and dream. Every word… now thick and black… Every breath… exhaled tar… Tar Witch… Tar Witch… Crawling up from the well. Tar Witch… Tar Witch… You fed me pain… I give you hell.