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Burning when exposed to the sun

Got visions that will haunt me every night and every day

Waiting for my fate I’ll be hung

Dig me from my early grave my friend

Don’t leave me now not ready for my end

This is my last soul

Told to go below

Here I wait

From an early shallow grave

I’ll wait one thousand years just to be with you my Queen

I’ll see you every night in every lucid dream

They hang me tomorrow

For following your words today

They say you preach witchcraft and sorrow

I’ll take what you preach to my early grave

I left parts of my heart in the witches brew to be consumed by the woman I love

They say she’s sent from hell but she says she’s from above

I don’t need no preacher man to light fires beneath my feet

I just need those witchy hands to hold me again when we finally meet