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