The Witch Lyrics

I was racing late at night through Salem's autumn woods
while torches followed closely yelling "Kill her! Get her good!"
Carrying my mother's ghost in the light of my hair,
though covered by a cloak I knew her spirit would not care.
The voices growing near I sank myself into the earth.
And waved my hands to order all the fog and leaves and mist
to cover up my path and all the proof that I exist.
I was racing late at night through Salem's autumn woods...