| Be-Witched |
| | Hear The Haunting Theronade
Like A Chant Through A Timeless Abyss
Or The Cries From The Wolves From The
Long Lost Woods
Moon-Less Nights Caress Her
In Shades Of A Nocturnal Beauty
She Dances On Cemetary Ground
Be-Witched By The Wistful Tunes Of Thy Dark
Aaahhhhh
Enslaving Eyes Of A Whistful Darkness
Calls Me As A Silent Prayer
She Is The One Of Nocturnal Beauty
Force Me To Become Her Slave
Aaahhhhh
Take - Me On Your Journey
She Was A Woman In Black Lace
Dancing Like A Raven Around The
Mountain Side
And The Music Of Her Wistful Songs-
Or Laughter, Or Cries
And Out Of The Skies Above Me
A Creature - A Face Turned Down Unto Me
Closer And Closer - Then So Near
And When She Again Raised
She Caressed Me And Lead Us Into A Lustful
Dance
In Circles Bigger And Bigger
Higher Up - Into The Moonless Skies
And I Joined Her On Her Journey To Hades
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