Exanimis Dolor - The Witch Ascends

The noose waits in patient shadow. The pyre is stacked with grief. They whisper prayers of judgment, but no god will grant relief. The bells toll not for mercy, but to call the fire near. Smoke chokes the sky with sorrow, the village wallows in fear. The crowd gathers in cacophony, their torches a phoenix in the rain. Every eye is hollow with hunger, every hand eager for blame. Kindle the condemned, The witch ascends. Names are carved in accusation, stone bleeds with every mark. The grave is dug before the trial. The verdict rots in hand. The silence of the scaffold is the law of the land. The crowd gathers in cacophony, their torches a phoenix in the rain. Every eye is hollow with hunger, every hand eager for blame. Kindle the condemned, The witch ascends. The curse is carved into my skin, a sentence no prayer can save. The pyre devours whole, its hunger a roaring grave. Black smoke rises without mercy, and the sky turns away in shame. Kindle the condemned, The sky blackens, The grave churns, The witch ascends, All will burn… The crowd gathers in cacophony, their torches a phoenix in the rain. Every eye is hollow with hunger, every hand eager for blame. Kindle the condemned, The witch ascends. ALL WILL BURN…