Luyện nghe bài hát We are the Witches

A at night
A on the door
in a red cloak
Her eyes gleaming with
The she's been waiting for
finally
Sister's for her
While the stars are bright

and succubus
The foe has cursed on us
The rise on Hallowmass
Oh, devilishness...

A plague over us again
striking my fellow-men
The became a scatterbrain
My for it, Mister!

The churchyard it came tumbling
The king of A brainless clown
The prior in the eiderdown
and I had to witness!

The piper played a dancing
and all out on Harvest Moon
staying unillumed
and sinister!

Now she's
in the firelight
The dragon's call
The kiss ignites
The fire of
The of a new day
Oh, of the night
the light of the world

Spellbound they're screaming in the
How could we Oh, this defeat...
The on the losing streak
We are so wasted!

So stupid we did not see
How all things should really be
The eyesore of
a mastermind!

once seemed apprehensible
has turned dispensible
because of being
We have been basted!

But now come to realize
the of alibis
and of self-sacrifice
so deaf, and blind!

We are the flow, we are the ebb
We are the weavers, we are the web
We are the flow, we are the ebb
We are the witches back from the

See me, I am
and your birthright
to walk and strong
Come dance the tide
We've been there
And we return
for now and
now and evermore...

We are the flow, we are the ebb
We are the weavers, we are the web
We are the flow, we are the ebb
We are the witches from the dead

Up on the she peers
down by the sea she
Her gathering by her side
until dies
It was another of
self-fulfilling
Those believers
submerging in agony

Did they really think their
abysmal greed
ignoring all the needs
A of indulgence!

Insane with
vampires from
spiritual
to ashes...

Obsessed their morbidity
the of stupidity
caused nothing but faggery
A lack of sense!

Their madness turned to
sort of cyanide
We your suicide:
kingdom crashes!

We are the flow, we are the ebb
We are the weavers, we are the web
We are the flow, we are the ebb
We are the witches back from the

We are the flow, we are the ebb
We are the weavers, we are the web
We are the flow, we are the ebb
We are the back from the dead