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
Traduction: Malkuth. ... Et les anciennes sorcières Consommer Thés psychotropes.
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
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
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
"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 than
The original hip-hop witch doctor The torch is passed from one hand to the other But the fire light illuminates the night Mystic knowledge of the ancient
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
blood) With no choices there's no hope for us (They end up in blood) Started with a rhyme from old ancient times Decedents of warlocks, witches with
rich Oh no Must be the season of the witch Must be the season of the witch Must be the season of the witch Must be the season of the witch Well, when
says yes indeed in me Proceed with what your leading me to It's such an ancient pitch but one I wouldn't switch 'Cause there's no nicer witch than you
folgt auf - das Schweigen Trink vom Blut des erschlagenen Feindes Die Abschwerung des Christentums For all ancient cultures - They have slaughtered All witches
Trink vom Blut des erschlagenen Feindes Die Abschwrung des Christentums Die Abschwrung des Christentums For all ancient cultures - They have slaughtered All witches
Trink vom Blut des erschlagenen Feindes Die Abschworung des Christentums Die Abschworung des Christentums For all ancient cultures - They have slaughtered All witches
Music by Hank Shermann Lyrics by King Diamond) Do you remember the bridge? The bridge that was standing in ruin Do you remember the sign? Demons and witches
skies... The Demons ring the Sabbath bells Rejoice the witches chant Preper the sacrafice - by fire The blood runs black through heavens shell Declare the witches
