Luyện nghe bài hát We are the Witches

A at night
A on the door
Dressed in a red
Her eyes gleaming with
The moment been waiting for
finally
Sister's for her
While the are shining bright

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

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

The churchyard it came down
The king of kings: A brainless
The stuck in the eiderdown
and I had to witness!

The played a dancing tune
and all out on Harvest Moon
Altars staying
and sinister!

Now she's
Dancing in the
The dragon's resounds
The serpent's kiss
The fire of
The of a new day
Oh, of the night
You're the light of the

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

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

once seemed apprehensible
has into dispensible
because of nonsensical
We should been basted!

But now come 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 back the dead

See me, I am
and it's your
to proud and strong
Come dance with the
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 gathering by her side
until disturbance
It was case of
self-fulfilling
Those believers
submerging in agony

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

Insane with
vampires from
pyromania
to ashes...

Obsessed their morbidity
the morons of
caused but sheer faggery
A lack of sense!

Their madness turned to
religious sort of
We your 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 witches 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 witches from the dead