ROT's Witch Doctor | Tribal Thrash Metal

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TITLE : WITCH DOCTOR
GENRE: Tribal Thrash Metal
LYRIC :

(Verse 1)
In the heart of the jungle, where shadows play their game,
A figure emerges, cloaked in mystery and flame.
His eyes, like burning coals, pierce through the night,
He's the witch doctor, master of dark delight.

(Pre-Chorus)
Can you feel the power, can you sense the fear?
He's summoning the spirits, to make the demons appear.
The air grows thick with magic, as he chants his spell,
In this realm of chaos, only the strong will prevail.

(Chorus)
Witch doctor, witch doctor, he's the king of the night,
With his ancient rituals, he brings forth pure fright.
He dances with the demons, in a frenzy of hate,
In the realm of the witch doctor, there's no escape.

(Verse 2)
His hands, like claws, reach out to grasp the soul,
In his grasp, you'll find no mercy, no control.
He whispers incantations, in a language unknown,
As he weaves his spell, your fate is overthrown.

(Pre-Chorus)
Can you hear the echoes, of the damned and the lost?
They're calling out to you, from the witch doctor's cost.
The ground shakes beneath you, as the spirits arise,
In this world of darkness, only the brave survive.

(Chorus)
Witch doctor, witch doctor, he's the king of the night,
With his ancient rituals, he brings forth pure fright.
He dances with the demons, in a frenzy of hate,
In the realm of the witch doctor, there's no escape.

(Bridge)
In the fire's glow, his face is revealed,
A visage of terror, that makes the strong kneel.
He laughs with madness, as he claims his prize,
In the witch doctor's grasp, your soul will rise.

(Solo)

(Chorus)
Witch doctor, witch doctor, he's the king of the night,
With his ancient rituals, he brings forth pure fright.
He dances with the demons, in a frenzy of hate,
In the realm of the witch doctor, there's no escape.

(Outro)
As the ritual ends, and the spirits fade away,
The witch doctor vanishes, into the night's embrace.
But his presence lingers, in the air and the ground,
A reminder of the power, that can never be found.


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