An invocation of their lord To fight satan’s hordes A whisper in the dark
But all their glory and their love Could never match her blood So black and cruel her heart
She wished upon a morning star To desecrate the holy cross Her skin as pale as snow
Once she swore that cryptic vow The circle can't be broken now Her soul condemned below
The spell is cast All hail witchcraft
Aren't we all just killing time Until one day it's lost Heads hung or hands held high
Mortal woes left behind And dust will turn to dust But witches never die
And now only time will tell If her corpse resides in hell And burns forevermore
They saw her body laid to rest But heart bewitched and soul possessed Here lies the devil's whoreTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
