Witch Hunter
gothic, gothic metal, heavy metal with orchestral arrangements and operatic vocals, haunting chorus, combined with powerful instrumentals, atmospheric sound, male and female vocals, - Strings & Choirs: Sweeping, almost cinematic layers (low cellos + shimmering violins) clash against gritty bassline, - Guitars: Double-kick drums lock with razor-sharp riffs — melodic power metal, Vocals: Crystal-clear, almost pop-like tone — intentionally contrasting the song’s bitterness, Raw, snarling growls, - Keyboard riffs, - Wall of Sound: Everything hits at once (guitars, orchestra, vocals)
Witch Hunter
gothic, gothic metal, heavy metal with orchestral arrangements and operatic vocals, haunting chorus, combined with powerful instrumentals, atmospheric sound, male and female vocals, - Strings & Choirs: Sweeping, almost cinematic layers (low cellos + shimmering violins) clash against gritty bassline, - Guitars: Double-kick drums lock with razor-sharp riffs — melodic power metal, Vocals: Crystal-clear, almost pop-like tone — intentionally contrasting the song’s bitterness, Raw, snarling growls, - Keyboard riffs, - Wall of Sound: Everything hits at once (guitars, orchestra, vocals)
Lyrics
Frostbite winds carve through the pines
Another village cursed by crooked signs
The heretic's mark on chapel doors
Her shadow stains these rotten floors
I track the lies on broken faith
With cold iron and holy hate
No psalm can save what she defiles
The witch dies screaming...
...Tonight
Ash in my lungs... from the lies she breathes,
Murky fog on the eve...
No absolution... for the cursed or me
Her noose is waiting... around the tree.
Her skin’s like parchment stretched on bones,
Crackling with every breath she groans…
Eyes like pits instilling dread
Mouth unstitched… words like maggots in my head
I level my crossbow… sweat on steel
Her laugh’s a cadaver starting to congeal…
Veins throb black beneath transparent skin
Spiders hatching out where her grin begins…
She twists… joints pop like rotten branches snapped
Hair alive with crawling things that gasped
The fear on my soul… prayers turn to rot
“Hunter,” she hisses… “you’re already dead.”
These scars are my rosary
Each witch I’ve bled
Her horrors just kindling for holy rage instead!
The village screams in every chug of steel
“Suffer not the witch to live!”
My holy zeal!
I charge through cobwebs of her rotten spells
Salt and silver
Hell’s own scent it smells!
“Your fear feeds her!”
Her death draws nigh
Crossbow cocks
A saints dry sigh…
Bolt released! It shatters her ribs like glass
Black ichor sprays on frostbitten grass…
She shrieks...
Vines burst from her throat to strike
I draw my blade… “Burn, face judgement tonight!”
Her veins rupture into thorns
I dodge the spine
Holy water drips from dagger’s shine…
Cut deep! Her flesh screams like harrowed sheep
“Ashes! Ashes!”
The vows I keep
Her flesh peels back in sacred flame
Screams become hymns... that speak my cursed name.
I sheathe the blade still wet with blight
No angels sing... no holy light
Just the frostbite wind on bloodstained snow
“Rest?” The oldest lie I know