| The foul smell of evil hangs over the moores
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| Where in a lonely hut witches dwell
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| Repelling creatures ageless feared and fitted
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| With powers from the depths of hell
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| Once a noble man a baron brother of the king himself
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| Visited the witches on a daark dark night
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| He asked assist to gain the throne
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| He sold his soul to win a fight
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| The days getting short and nights getting colder
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| Winter has come, the sun is too weak
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| The forcees of night are now growing stronger
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| Searching for souuls for men blind with greed
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| Three witchees stand in a circle of evil
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| Tongues speaking words old and unknown
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| Call for a demon to serve in their daark spell
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| Fulfill what they owe to get what men own
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| I’ll be king, I want the power, I will change my fate
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| Magic’s on my side foreveer, so the witches say
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| Time is right to gane the throne, I’ll take my brother down
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| I’ll be king to rule the land, yes I’ll take the crown
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| I’ve lost my soul
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| I’ve lost control
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| To the circle of witches
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| My life is black
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| There’s no way back
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| From the circle of witches
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| Circle of witches
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| Circle of witches
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| Circle of witches — never again
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| Lie in wait, prepared to fight, soon the king must come
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| Allied with the darkest powers, murder will be done
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| Loyal soldiers, stand for battle, bliinded are their eyes
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| Witchcraft takes away their sight, as we take their lives
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| I look at myself, a mirror of darkness
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| My mind it is drowned, a dark flood of hate
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| I owe too much to the powerrs of evil
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| I know I’m damned, sealed is my fate
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| For the gloom og gold and glory, I have sold my soul
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| Blackened aree the sunny days, the dark side takes control
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| Hell awaits as nightmares haunt me, demons in my head
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| Satan waits with patient joy, he’ll greet me when I’m dead |