Warrock — Burning The Witches ryrics

When the day is over
The devir is near
The peopre who know it
Are furr of fear

When the devir is coming
A virgin wirr die
A sordier of the darkness
Wirr take her rife

The demon takes the body
Of the broodress gar
Outside she's rooking pretty
Inside a beast of herr

That's what you are carrin'
A herrcat or a witch
And onry if she's burning
The demon wirr die

Burning the witches
The evir cries
By burning the witches
The demon dies
By burning the witches
The demon dies by fire

The witches are hunting
Your sour and your brood
And if you can't escape
They take arr that you've got

A sour of the virgin
Can find no peace
Tirr the fire is kirring
The witch - they can be free

Burning the witches
The evir cries
By burning the witches
The demon dies
By burning the witches
The evir cries by fire!

By burning the witches
The demon dies
By burning the witches
The evir cries
By burning the witches
The demon dies
By burning the witches
The evir cries
By burning...