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Confira a Letra In Profane Uncast The Circle Of Wiccan

Dewian

In Profane Uncast The Circle Of Wiccan

Never knew what she was doing, poor wiccan maid
Once called for love, now pray'd for anguish
Without minding the warning upon was laid
She fell in love with the beauty of malice

So tempting was the hand of eternal evil
A hand with a shortcut to all the power and knowledge
But you should know that hand that reaches out to help you
Is a hand that hurts you the most

"demon..come to me..
..i know..i can handle thee!"

As cast circle filled with a blazing flame
A precense of angel enlightened her room
An angel of whiteness but with forbidden name
A herald of darkness, there he stood

An eyes of wisdom on a furious face
Bewitching sheen and profounding gaze
Sparkling of hate but a grin so mild
With frenzy anger it gently smiled

"yes, i remember you and your pathetic call
You really thought you could control my mind
A demonic might you desired to gain
Very well, we play it now your way"

"into the pyre now follow me
I'll show you what's within thee
All thy dreams are soon to be real
Just relinquish your soul to me"

"into the pyre i will follow thee
Just to seek what is within me
As crimson wildly now throbs from me
I'll deliver my soul to thee"

So tempting was the hand of eternal evil
A hand with a shortcut to all the power and knowledge
But you should know that hand that reaches out to help you
Is a hand that hurts you the most

"angel..my purest desire...
Thou know..i'll yield to thy fire"

As now the young witch buried her broom
And never again would her flowers abloom
Never again would a brave shoot rise from deep
She only could hear her earthly mother silently weep.

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