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