The War Witch throws her spheres and exploding daylight, she hisses and howls, the elegance forgotten, and the blood runs red like rivers under our feet, she'll destroy everything, she'll scorch and scream, her hair is alive and wild-like, fangs gnashing, their arms are torn off, heads decapitated, the pale bellies slit open, the bodies are strewn like candy wrappers in a gutter, she cries out in a strange language, her screams echo throughout the mountains shattering the shadows 'neath the tall trees, her anger and rage, her face twisted and childlike, her eyes coal-black and sad, she is matchless, stark, raving and mad.