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Ancient is she, like the stone you embrace
called "Atla the Witch"
Mistress or woman, the were-woman stands
pretending the love of a King
Lives in the moor, the dark Dagon's moor
Protected by enchants and runes
Atla The Witch knows something you need
The way to the ruins of hell
CHORUS:
The Witch, The Witch, The Witch, The Witch
Follow The Witch
The Witch, The Witch, The Witch, The Witch
Into the circle
Beyond her eyes knowledge and truth
Atla the Witch
She seems a savage, savager than you
for the clothes and the black hair she got
From the red lips, comes out a sneer
Illusion of human appear
Two bared teeth reveal her essence
Beast or woman, the were-woman stands
Falling in the darkness
Through the rotteness
Feel my anger
Deeper than thy Hell
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