Mirror, on the wall Who's up of them all? Fall to knees, you better hope and pray I'll the flowers from your grave all the thorns 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 we've got here for you Take my and follow me into the grave All the witches round, beat the drums to the monstrous sounds.. Of the gates that's will await your hell
We've been expecting you, we'd you to come and stay All the will gather round, beat the drums to the terrible sounds And await the holy into your spell
Mirror, mirror in my Who's the fucked up in the Fall to your knees, you hope and pray I'll pick the flowers from the all the thorns in the resting place You better not fear coz we're all fucked You better this space
If your face is a disgrace We could a thing or two Take my hand and me into the grave All the witches gather round, beat the drums to the sounds.. Of the that's will await into your hell
We've been expecting you, we'd you to come and stay All the witches will round, beat the drums to the terrible sounds Of the gates that's will await into hell
And I can't be myself, I can't be else I will carry all my sins into the If I see the flames of hell, maybe god can and tell In a world always bleeding at it knees