All Them Witches

Full of fear as you walk in the night
The darkness holds you in its cold embrace
The dusk swallows a light of the day
All the good is replaced by evil
The dreamworld and the sounds of the dark
Are beyond of your comprehension
And all them witches fly through the night
The spell is upon the burden of your soul, not mine
And all them witches fly through the night
The spell is upon the burden of your soul, not mine
Carried away, dreaming while awake
Seeing nightly fantasies of abnormalities
So absurd and dumb to believe that
These delusions are for true
Born in the minds of dull women
And from weak faith of simple men
And all them witches fly through the night
The spell is upon the burden of your soul, not mine
And all them witches fly through the night
The spell is upon the burden of your soul, not mine
Spell on the burden of soul
Spell on the burden of soul
Spell on the burden of soul