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In the middle of the dark, all dead witches sing and dance
White and long hair fly in the wind
Hear their song... I fell fear
It's a malefice of who, no believe in witches' fortune
In the middle of the dark, all dead witches sing and dance
Die die die, die die die, die die die, die die die
In the middle of the dark, all dead witches sing and dance
White and long hair fly in the wind
Hear their song... I fell fear
It's a malefice of who, no believe in witches' fortune
In the middle of the dark, all dead witches sing and dance
Die die die, die die die, die die die, die die die
The wind in your hands
The power of gods
The soil bleeds black when you hear this song
The storm in her voice
The moon in her eyes
The death glows light in her smiles
The spirits of the forest dance with the witch
While the crows fly around the fire
Close your eyes and sing the song
The magic song
You will bewitch
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