The Witch کے بول

White veils of silk Hides that beautiful figure Gloomy and mysterious woman Attracting the most close wishes As the weak as the powerful Enchant themselves with her hypnotic look But, don't live who dare To discover her secrets Oh, mystic and immortal witch Spreading the death of men Her white veil inspire wishes To suck the life from her victims The witch, the witch, the witch.... After each death conceived One light bright from her veil The vital energy from her victims Faces the tragical end under her veil She always appears at night Killing for pleasure, harvesting innocent lives Her secrets are eternally hidden And the mystic witch waits Under the moonlight