Black rites would soon begin

And demons would rise from the ground

And the corpses of the innocent would not be found

Spirits will sing in tune

Conjuring spells in the forest

The moon had risen

And out came the wolves

Thirsty for blood

They were pale white

And they blended in with the snow

They were silent, one would think they were mute

Any visitor of this forest would not make it out alive

As soon as they entered, the magic made them wish they would die

Forsaken magic

Spirits cried

Witches had held their spirits captive using magic

Only to keep away those who didn't belong

On a frigid, dark winter night they would meet their demise

Magic with magic

Blood with blood

How they would make it alive, was a question they couldn't answer

They were chased by an army

And sought after by those who desired the darkest of magic

Evil was their intention

But the soldiers prayed for a divine intervention

The witch summoned her demons, and wolves ventured out from a cave surrounded by snow, with their eyes scarlet red

The soldiers with swords held shields to protect themselves

The warlocks, they conjured demons from beneath the shadows

One wolf attacked a soldier

Viciously decapitating the soldiers head with his fangs

One soldier, took his blade and continuously stabbed the wolfs body

While the demons of the warlocks were casting wicked spells the witches

They would fight to the death

But who would win this battle?