Luyện nghe bài hát The Blair Witch Cult

Every fifty
I taste children's tears
I bath in their
and feed on fears

Every fifty
I a war on purity
the fire of
still burns me

I fools
every one of you
your laughter and mockery
have marked my soul
(The Black Hill where you let me die
now become my world of sin)

I gave my dreams to
I allowed them to me
they raped, and tortured me
they filled me their hatred

I through the pits of Hell
and learnt the of suffering
I saw the visions of the
and shared their precious

Hexes and spells they me well
unholy
the way to weave my
to my malice

You run and run but you hide
your soul is slave to
you'll be entrapped into my
of insanity and

Silence will soon fall
into the Black forest
and I haunt the mortal's dreams
the legacy of the Witch