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Mysteries of the Night
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2020/04/22
Írta: Amy | Hozzászólások: 0 | Kategóriák: Metal is Religion

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[Verse 1]
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

[Verse 2]
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, 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, can’t you hear their cries?

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 3]
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

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 4]
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

[Chorus]
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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