V V I T C H E S - H U N T | Текст песни

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• V V I T C H E S
• H U N T

Your eyes glow with the hunt.
War, in the eyes of many you’re wonderful.

Follow blind, your king till their glad to see the back of us.

War, your war.

As the night draws in, We will leave this land,

With the ghosts and winds that will scour the earth.

Mark your door with a chalk cross.

Their call, dry and hollow.
Tearing through the nights air.
The women drawn to tears.
Faces full of sorrow.

The chant from the crowd, no mercy, no retreat.

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