this is a poem that turned into a song accedentally but oh well

the witch song

dead- shes dead
wash her sins
dead- reborn
kill her again
she wolnt be forgotton
she wolnt be forgotton

make the loop
and tie it to the tree
thread he through
watch and see

we hate the witches
the witches
son of a b****s
burn the cross'
hang the rose
were gonna die
strike a pose

dead- shes dead
wash her sins
dead- reborn
kill her again
she wolnt be forgotton
she wolnt be forgotton

thier foating in the shallows
hanging in the gallows
March On !
Breath On !
March On !
Breath On !
March On !
Breath On !

kill her again
 
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