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