Luyện nghe bài hát We are the Witches

A at night
A on the door
in a red cloak
Her eyes gleaming delight
The moment been waiting for
finally
waiting for her
While the stars are bright

Incubus and
The evil foe has on us
The Demons on Hallowmass
Oh, devilishness...

A plague over us again
striking down my
The priest became a
My for it, Mister!

The churchyard it came tumbling
The king of kings: A clown
The prior stuck in the
and I had to witness!

The piper played a tune
and all came out on Moon
Altars staying
and sinister!

Now she's
Dancing in the
The call resounds
The serpent's kiss
The of love
The of a new day
Oh, of the night
You're the of the world

they're screaming in the street
How we fall? Oh, this defeat...
The ruthless on the streak
We are so wasted!

So stupid we did not see
How all those things should be
The of humanity
a mastermind!

What seemed apprehensible
has turned into
of being nonsensical
We have been basted!

But now we've to realize
the senselessness of
and of self-sacrifice
so deaf, and blind!

We are the flow, we are the ebb
We are the weavers, we are the web
We are the flow, we are the ebb
We are the witches from the dead

See me, I am
and it's birthright
to walk proud and
dance with the tide
We've been there
And we return
for now and
now and evermore...

We are the flow, we are the ebb
We are the weavers, we are the web
We are the flow, we are the ebb
We are the witches back from the

Up on the hill she
by the sea she waits
Her sisters by her side
until disturbance
It was case of
prophecy
Those believers
submerging in their

Did they really think their
justified abysmal
all the human needs
A of indulgence!

Insane egomania
from Transylvania
spiritual
to ashes...

Obsessed with morbidity
the of stupidity
caused nothing but sheer
A of common sense!

Their madness to matricide
religious sort of
We salute suicide:
Your crashes!

We are the flow, we are the ebb
We are the weavers, we are the web
We are the flow, we are the ebb
We are the back from the dead

We are the flow, we are the ebb
We are the weavers, we are the web
We are the flow, we are the ebb
We are the back from the dead