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The Witch
White veils of silk
Hides that beautiful figure
Gloomy and mysterious woman
Attracting the most close wishes
As the weak as the powerful
Enchant themselves with
her hypnotic look
But, don't live who dare
To discover her secrets
Chorus
Oh, mystic and immortal witch
Spreading the death of men
Her white veil inspire wishes
To suck the life from her victims
The witch, the witch, the witch....
After each death conceived
One light bright from her veil
The vital energy from her victims
Faces the tragical end under her veil
She always appears at night
Killing for pleasure, harvesting innocent lives
Her secrets are eternally hidden
And the mystic witch waits
Under the moonlight
(CHORUS)
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