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1665 - The Last Pyre
The raven flew upon the pyre of damnation Looked down at victim of bloodthirsty priest She was a foul one, the devil's creation Destined to die as the daughter of beast
Crowd was demanding for blood on that night It doesn't matter if it's wrong or right
This day was darkest that they could remember They said that was fault of almighty's wrath 'Our ground is cursed' they were crying and weeping But her death shall free us once and for all
Crowd was demanding for blood on that night It doesn't matter if it's wrong or right Curse must be cut to end Her end! The crowd was screaming louder
Burn Witch! Burn! Die Witch! Die! 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 Rot Witch! Rot! Burn Witch! Burn!
The ashes flow in the air with the cold wind This place remembers all cruelty done Last slaughter done here the stain that will remain Of the last witch burned in land of the pure.
Crowd was demanding for blood on that night It didn't matter if it's wrong or right Curse had to be cut to end Her end! The crowd was screaming louder
Burn Witch! Burn! Die Witch! Die! Rot Witch! Rot! Burn Witch! Burn!
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