A Witch's Deathbed Confession
A Wicked Confession: Shadows, Serpents, and the Dance with Demons
Lyrics
I'm haunted by your fading ghost
I am tormented by the lingering presence of your vanishing spirit
Following me as I go
Your ghost continues to follow me wherever I go
Watching me, the dying host
Observing me, the dying host, possibly referring to the speaker's deteriorating state
Colder than I'll ever know
The coldness I feel surpasses any I have known
Creatures chanting their cursed refrain
Various creatures repeating a cursed chant or song
Angels pleading my last refrain
Angelic beings begging for my final words or song
Demons and their cursed refrains
Demonic entities and their repeated ominous chants
Witches doing a seance in my front yard
Witches performing a seance in my front yard, a disturbing event
Reminds me to get my house in order
This unsettling sight serves as a reminder to organize and prepare my life
Seeing shadows where they shouldn't be
Noticing shadows where they shouldn't exist, suggesting a supernatural presence
Moving separate from the passing sun
Movements occurring independently of the normal course of time
Crows, the murderer, begin to crowd
Crows, symbolic of death, gathering ominously
Stalking my heartbeat as I start to run
My heartbeat is being stalked as I attempt to escape
Eyes locked on a drop of blood
Intense focus on a drop of blood, possibly a symbol of vulnerability
Witches doing a seance in my front yard
Repetition of witches conducting a seance, reinforcing the eerie atmosphere
Reminds me to get my house in order
A reminder to put my life in order amid the supernatural chaos
I've flirting with and courting the devil
Admitting to flirting with and courting the devil, leading to consequences
So they came here to get me to cross the line
Others have come to take me across a forbidden boundary
Echos made louder by the silence
Echoes become more pronounced in the silence, emphasizing solitude
Measuring my life to an empty tomb
Assessing my life, likening it to an empty tomb or a lifeless existence
Worshiping the serpent only craving fear
Engaging in the worship of the serpent, a symbol of fear
Chaining down my coffin to keep me here
My coffin is metaphorically chained, trapping me in a dark situation
Echos made louder by the silence
Reiteration of echoes becoming louder in the silence, underscoring isolation
Coughing up a sound that I don't want to hear
Unpleasant sounds are expelled, indicating internal turmoil
Get out of my head
An imperative to free oneself from disturbing thoughts
Chaining down my coffin
Continued imagery of being confined within a coffin
Coughing up a sound that I don't want to hear
Undesirable sounds persist, creating an atmosphere of discomfort
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