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Tongues of treason

Under torn cape as the shadows start to sway

where the scars forgotton me tongues of treason start to pray

tongues of treason start to sway

Tongues of treason

tongues of treason

tongues of treason

tongues of treason chance despair

for witches bare no tear the witching

hour turns to a creed with no sign and

in turn they share no reprive

no reprive

in the woods where torched from hell

the witches chants a spell powered by

fear and hate to bring the feared

upon their fate

tongues of treason chance despair

for witches bare no tear the witching

hour turns to a creed with no sign and

in turn they share no reprive

there will be no reprive

their meeting trailed in by night

they look up to the skies

to look the eye of the accoused

and turn them into thier resurection

the trial fuled by pain

esorted by the freaks of hate

by thier actions they arise by the hunt

of tortured cries

of torured cries

of cires

tongues of treasons gruged in despair

echoing throught the freezing air

the witching hour turned to greed

in the flesh still invain turned to plead

no reprive