Prophecy written in horrible rime. The witches are burning the
Hail dark shadow, hail black death. Can you smell the
Why is the snow so white, why is the sun
The house was haunted with aggression night and day. Soon
They tell me that I should go find Jesus, open
I want you on your knees my love, so fold
Her days would make you cry, her nights would make
Believe me, I have seen the pain. Just listen, it
Stir the kettle my little friend, stir the kettle and
Can you hear them screaming, it is justice being done.
The war is over now, now you can rest. Rest
Deep woods the lights were dimming, above the moon was
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