Witch

Come, listen to this story.

Come, don’t forget to prepare a handkerchief.

It seems that there was a witch in the land,

And it seems that she fell in love with Prince.

Let’s forget about the music that stops time.

Now is a time of joy.

Held by the cross I look up to the sky.

Repent! Repent!

Erase the voices of prayer.

Dedication reduced to nothing.

If you call this love black magic,

Repent! Repent!

Then light the flames of hatred.

Death is weighing upon us!

Come, take a look at the burning sky.

Come, don’t forget the flames of justice.

It seems that there was a witch in the land,

And it seems that she dece