Luyện nghe bài hát We are the Witches

A at night
A on the door
in a red cloak
Her eyes gleaming with
The moment she's been for
arrived
Sister's for her
While the stars are bright

and succubus
The foe has cursed on us
The Demons rise on
Oh, devilishness...

A plague over us again
down my fellow-men
The priest a scatterbrain
My for it, Mister!

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

The piper a dancing tune
and all came out on Harvest
staying unillumed
and sinister!

Now she's
Dancing in the
The call resounds
The serpent's kiss
The fire of
The of a new day
Oh, sister of the
the light of the world

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

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

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

But now we've to realize
the of alibis
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 birthright
to walk and strong
Come dance the tide
We've there before
And we shall
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
down by the sea she
Her sisters by her side
until disturbance
It was case of
prophecy
Those believers
in their agony

Did they think their deeds
justified abysmal
ignoring all the human
A of indulgence!

Insane with
from Transylvania
spiritual
to ashes...

Obsessed with their
the morons of
nothing but sheer faggery
A lack of sense!

Their madness turned to
religious of cyanide
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 witches back from the