Letras:
Ancient The Witch

witch you raised me from the dead the witch that gave me blood again the witch we are one again together we begin again the witch you raised me from

begin again the witch you raised me from the dead the witch that gave me blood again the witch we are one again the witch again we again

sorceress prayed To Death, to rend the slender veil That Ancient Ones might rise again As shadows swelled The Countess fell To masturbating with Her dagger As the Witch

When the gates have all been opened When the funerals never end When satans ports paint out hearts And sadness our souls When witches burn the priests When the ancient

: A witch read from the palm of his hand That his life would turn into darkness And alone he would face all demons From his past that he tries to forget

Then I took my spear of stars With all my might I slashed I saw the truth for what it was The ancient God and the witch of serpents Through the same

says "Yes, indeed" in me "Proceed with what you're leadin' me to" It's such an ancient pitch But one I wouldn't switch 'cause there's no nicer witch

on In these volatile times Look at me in the apocalypse My European guilt, expecting instant fix I imagine all the brutal services Of ancient infidels Of all the wounded and the crying witches

: Don't interrupt the sorrow Darn right In flames our prophet witches Be polite A room full of glasses He says "Your notches liberation doll" And he