Luyện nghe bài hát We are the Witches

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

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

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

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

The piper played a dancing
and all out on Harvest Moon
Altars unillumed
and sinister!

Now awake
in the firelight
The call resounds
The kiss ignites
The fire of
The of a new day
Oh, sister of the
You're the light of the

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

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

What seemed apprehensible
has turned into
because of being
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 back from the

See me, I am
and it's your
to walk and strong
dance with the tide
We've been 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 she peers
down by the sea she
Her sisters by her side
disturbance dies
It was case of
prophecy
Those believers
submerging in their

Did they really think deeds
abysmal greed
ignoring all the human
A of indulgence!

Insane egomania
vampires Transylvania
pyromania
to ashes...

Obsessed their morbidity
the of stupidity
nothing but sheer faggery
A lack of sense!

madness turned 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 witches back 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