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ммммрк..

да, нескоро переболею.. *))

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The foul smell of evil hangs over the moores

Where in a lonely hut witches dwell.

Repelling creatures ageless feared and fitted

With powers from the depths of hell.

Once a noble man a baron brother of the king himself

Visited the witches on a daark dark night.

He asked assist to gain the throne

He sold his soul to win a fight.*

The days getting short and nights getting colder

winter has come, the sun is too weak

The forcees of night are now growing stronger

Searching for souuls for men blind with greed

Three witchees stand in a circle of evil

Tongues speaking words old and unknown

Call for a demon to serve in their daark spell

Fulfill what they owe to get what men own

I'll be king, I want the power, I will change my fate

Magic's on my side foreveer, so the witches say

Time is right to gane the throne, I'll take my brother down

I'll be king to rule the land, yes I'll take the crown

[Chorus:]

I've lost my soul

I've lost control

To the circle of witches

My life is black

There's no way back

From the circle of witches

circle of witches

circle of witches

circle of witches - never again

Lie in wait, prepared to fight, soon the king must come

Allied with the darkest powers, murder will be done

Loyal soldiers, stand for battle, bliinded are their eyes

Witchcraft takes away their sight, as we take their lives

I look at myself, a mirror of darkness

My mind it is drowned, a dark flood of hate

I owe too much to the powerrs of evil

I know I'm damned, sealed is my fate

For the gloom og gold and glory, I have sold my soul

Blackened aree the sunny days, the dark side takes control

Hell awaits as nightmares haunt me, demons in my head

Satan waits with patient joy, he'll greet me when I'm dead.





*эти строчки в мп3шке, по крайней мере в моей, не поюцца. И в клипе тоже.