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When the lights grow dim and the shadows grow tall,

don't you know it's a sin to scream the witches call.

The fires in the street will turn their wrath,

a vengeance of heat where the witches laugh.

The fires burnt out when the daylight spreads.

The Black witches shout until the corpses fled.

Hunt them all down for their no good,

if they don't drown let them burn like wood.

They drown them,

they burn them,

they hang them,

they kill them

They hunted and killed the witches of white

and the evil lay still in the dark of the night.

From past events we haven't learned

the spirits we sent came the Witches Return.