From days of Salem when the craft became alive. The Wicken way has seen
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the congregation thrive. The moon and goddess of the earth a solemn face.
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But soon they sought such power from a darker place. Beguiled trapped under
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their spell. Repent be tried be sent to hell. Tied to the cross the witches will burn
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alive on this night. White White magic. Turning to black. White magic turning to
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black. The Cauldron curses those the witches do despise. They will fall victim to
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their wretched evil eyes. The coven instigates the Equinoxal fire witness deliverance
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to all that they desire
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[Pre-chorus - Chorus]
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They're turning to black
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[Pre-chorus - Chorus]
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They're turning to black.
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White Magic
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| Cage |
