LYRICS

In love, pride is a sin …
proud of you, now that hurt?
destroyed by their weaknesses …
you happy?

As the witch evil,
stole your soul … You
so justified, right?
Witches call us,
all beautiful women …
For that to we hurts … hurts …

a collection of lost souls … I … I …
but Thy weighs me …
There is no one for her pay …
doomed his …

As an evil witch,
stole your soul … you
so justified, right?
witches call us,
all beautiful women …
For that hurt us … hurt …