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In this pitch black night
her grasp tightens
as his soul further rots
His might lays shattered
cracked and broken by her icy breath

An ancient evil spreads across our chosen land
We must answer this call as more than men

We can't bring ourselves to believe
inside such enchanting beauty
lies horror and untold agony

With each soul the coven grows stronger

Grab your torches sharpen up your blades
Time to face the monster that they made
Cemeteries shall be set ablaze

With each soul the coven grows stronger

Unfamiliar evil meet your might
no screams of horror from us in this fight
The witches will burn by the break light

With each soul the coven grows stronger

Burn
Burn the witch
Burn the witch
On the pyre of flaming brooms

Burn the witch
Burn the witch
On the pyre of flaming brooms


Burn
Burn the witch
Burn the witch
On the pyre of flaming brooms

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