歌词
The gallows are prepared for magic creatures
Hangmans are ready to burst their axes down
They want pull the hammer down to fair wemon
WITCHHAMME
R torment bressed ladies
WITCHHAMME
R greedy looked eyes
WITCHHAMME
R burning souls
WITCHHAMME
R malice rice
Lameing qui te in streets of black death
Terrible monsters, nasty gnomes and mean vampires
The lewness of millions massed
Want pull the hammer down
WITCHHAMME
R torment bressed ladies
WITCHHAMME
R greedy looked eyes
WITCHHAMME
R burning souls
WITCHHAMME
R malice rice
Rites without law command by high priests
Execute is the sentence by churchs monarchy
Patriotic society liberate from human rubish
WITCHHAMME
R torment bressed ladies
WITCHHAMME
R greedy looked eyes
WITCHHAMME
R burning souls
WITCHHAMME
R malice rice
WITCHHAMME
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