Witches

The recreation of the dead is real Evil is taking over, eyes cannot be sealed Trying to forget that we are alive When the darkness and abyss again arrives Witches circulating reel Spindle spinning slowly, resounding a quiet squeal Pursuit begins Without defence better run and hide than kneel Who swore the hunt to begin? Where we were born Paradise torn Who swore the hunt to begin? Perennial storm Summoning war Behind the door where light is shattering I see those faces of old family Murderous look in one's eyes staring The witchcraft is never settling Down! Who swore the hunt to begin? Where we were born Paradise torn Who swore the hunt to begin? Perennial storm Summoning war Who swore the hunt to begin? Where we were born Paradise torn Who swore the hunt to begin? Perennial storm Summoning war