Paroles de The Witch Of Berkeley

A woman liked by all who ever knew her A hedonist who lived life for the day She fed her soul on feasting and with riches And feared the day that she would have to pay Her raven came, one evening to her table And warned her soon she'd pay out for her sins She cried alound, 'My merry days are over' 'For now's the time my troubles shall begin' You can't cheat your day of reckoning For fate chatches up with you For this is your day of reckoning now The days that came were filled with many sorrows And soon our witch was taken to her bed Her children came, a monk and nun to see her And as she died, they reeled at what she'd said Within her tomb, her body wrapped in deer hide And triple chains to guard her mortal soul Then demons came and smashed two chains asunder The third of iron, Old Nick destroyed alone