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