Witches at The Door v37

I really wanted a feeling of sitting, listening to 80s Christian Metal with my uncle on his amazing sound system back in the day. There were versions that I almost achieved that on, but then something else wouldn't align.
If you knew my uncle, and listened to music with him, you can maybe hear in the lyrics, where this needs to go. I did try "progressive metal" as a style, among others, and I would get great music or vocals, but it never aligned the way I wanted. I think I will go back later to keep trying.

This version isn't at all what I was striving for in that regard, but it's not bad in and of itself.

Also, as a note, "I'll lock my door, and pray for your souls" is not about hiding away. It's just about shutting the door to ideologies. In the dream I had that inspired the song, God's power is actually going to the house where the "Witches" gather...to heal and set them free. That's, however, another song for another day...


[Verse 1]
There's a knock at my door, I know that sound
Witches gathering, their cackles abound
They're stirring up trouble, with spoons made of lies
Inviting me over, with mischief in their eyes

[Chorus]
Witches at my door, with their cauldron of hate
Stirring up a potion of fraudulent fate
They claim to love God, but their hearts are so cold
I won't join their circle, no matter how bold

[Verse 2]
Their brew is bubbling with envy and spite
Masked as righteousness, but it just ain't right
They beckon and call, "Come stand by our side!"
But their false piety, I can't abide

(Repeat Chorus)

[Bridge]
I see through their masks, their pretend devotion
I won't be fooled by their magical potion
True love isn't brewed in a cauldron of scorn
I'll stand in the light, where real faith is born

[Verse 3]
So cackle away, you witches of the night
Your fraudulent love won't win this fight
I'll lock my door, and pray for your souls
While you stir up trouble in your wicked bowls

[Final Chorus]
Witches at my door, with their cauldron of hate
Stirring up a potion of fraudulent fate
They claim to love God, but their hearts are so cold
I won't join their circle, their lies won't take hold

[Outro]
Keep your false brew, I'll stick to the truth
Real love and faith, that's eternal youth