Luyện nghe bài hát We are the Witches

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

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

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

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

The piper played a dancing
and all came out on Moon
staying unillumed
and sinister!

Now awake
in the firelight
The dragon's call
The kiss ignites
The of love
The of a new day
Oh, of the night
You're the light of the

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

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

What once seemed
has into dispensible
because of being
We should have basted!

But now we've come to
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 back from the dead

See me, I am
and your birthright
to walk proud and
Come dance the tide
We've been there
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 the dead

Up on the hill she
down by the sea she
Her gathering by her side
disturbance dies
It was another of
prophecy
Those faithful
submerging in their

Did they really their deeds
abysmal greed
ignoring all the needs
A of indulgence!

Insane with
vampires Transylvania
pyromania
to ashes...

Obsessed their morbidity
the morons of
nothing but sheer faggery
A of common sense!

Their madness turned to
religious of cyanide
We salute suicide:
kingdom 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 back from the

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