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Here There Be Witches

Here There Be Witches

(альбом: American Gothic - 2015)

Here there be witches on the edge of town
Cast them in water to see if they drown
Cleanse them with fire to burn them down
Bury their bones in hallowed ground.

Here there be witches on the edge of town,
Cast them in water to see if they drown
Cleanse them with fire to burn them down
Bury their bones in hallowed ground.
Here there be witches on the edge of town

Here there be witches on the edge of town
Can't you hear their cries?
Press them with stones to see if they lie
Sever their heads and gouge out their eyes
Recite your prayers in the dead of night.
Here there be witches on the edge of town
Can't you hear their cries?

Demons on the prowl we must make a stand
Black souled devil spawn inhabit this land
The unpure of heart will fall by your hand.
Here there be witches, save our
souls have been lost and the panic grows.
spells cast over blood and broken bones,
An evil stronger than we've ever known.
Here there be witches and all must die.

Here there be witches and they must be slain,
Cut of their flesh and they feel no pain.
Shackle their hands with sanctified chains,
Snip out their tongues before they speak your name
Here there be witches and they must be slain

Demons on the prowl we must make a stand
Black souled devil spawn inhabit this land
The unpure of heart will fall by your hand.
Here there be witches, save our
souls have been lost and the panic grows.
spells cast over blood and broken bones,
An evil stronger than we've ever known.
Here there be witches and all must die.

Unholy hexes, dark incantations
Our days are numbered, just sacrificial lambs
Depraved and corrupted agents of darkness
Chosen by the black mark of the beast.
Archaic volumes, forbidden writing
Blood ceremonies, Sermons for the damned
This curse must be lifted before the full moon
or we're all just meat for the feast

Demons on the prowl we must make a stand
Black souled devil spawn inhabit this land
The unpure of heart will fall by your hand.
Here there be witches, save our
souls have been lost and the panic grows.
spells cast over blood and broken bones,
An evil stronger than we've ever known.
Here there be witches and all must die.

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