Pure witches hunt.
Warlocks and knights hunt.
But when Dark witches hunt.
We are collectors,
collectors of all that brew
From the chaos we bring forth
From the bowels of hell And the deep of chaos
Their might is all that we seek to absorb
But for the fall of each soul
All that they are becomes
A part of all that we are
Chosen and supreme.
Dark and beyond, A part of our oath
For the witch of sacrifice, The witch of gluttony
Daughter of the Banshee, Angelica Vermont
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