Mirror, on the wall fucked up of them all? Fall to your knees, you better hope and I'll pick the flowers from grave Leave all the thorns in the resting You better not fear coz all freaks here You better this space
If your from the belly below we've got something here for you Take my hand and follow me the grave All the witches gather round, the drums to the monstrous sounds.. Of the gates that's will await into your
We've been expecting you, we'd like you to come and All the freaks will gather round, beat the to the terrible sounds And await the holy into your spell
Mirror, in my hand the fucked up in the land Fall to your knees, you hope and pray pick the flowers from the grave Leave all the thorns in the resting You not fear coz we're all fucked here You watch this space
If face is a horrid disgrace We could teach a or two Take my and follow me into the grave All the witches gather round, the drums to the terrible sounds.. Of the gates that's await into your hell
We've been you, we'd like you to come and stay All the witches gather round, beat the drums to the terrible sounds Of the gates that's will await into your
And I be myself, I can't be nobody else I will carry all my into the grave If I see the of hell, maybe god can show and tell In a that's always bleeding at it knees