Luyện nghe bài hát We are the Witches

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

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

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

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

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

Now awake
Dancing in the
The call resounds
The serpent's ignites
The fire of
The of a new day
Oh, of the night
the light of the world

Spellbound screaming in the street
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 of humanity
a mastermind!

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

But now come to realize
the of alibis
and squander of
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 your birthright
to proud and strong
Come with the tide
been 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 the dead

Up on the hill she
by the sea she waits
Her sisters gathering by her
until dies
It was case of
prophecy
Those believers
submerging in agony

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

Insane egomania
vampires from
spiritual
to ashes...

Obsessed with their
the morons of
caused nothing but faggery
A of common sense!

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