The hell the where asleep
Witches the butterflies the always
Sheathed fell the treed

Dead the last breath the feathers
Honey the fruitcake roll he deep windowed
Crow dances with wolves
Deadly maiden weight
Butter moon the queen weight

Orion the cursed eyes
If this was firefly
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Witches Birth Lyrics

A Plea For Purging – Witches Birth Lyrics