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From the empty rooms of hell
Where we left our souls
She’s walking down the hill
Like a devil’s doll
In the summertime of love
Her lips want more
In this quiet night in cold
She takes my soul

I was in your darkest place
And your darkness I became
When I killed you in the dark
You gave me this little key
It doesn’t hurt anymore
‘Cause it always hurts the same
In the forest dark and deep
I gave you eternal sleep

You set me free
You let me live
You’re my little witch

From the empty rooms of hell
From the ancient lake of sad
She’s walking down the hill
She’s my woman, she’s a witch
Yes, she’s a little witch

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