we are the decendents of the witches you burned we have the brooms of the witches you burned the soul of the witches you burned is not lost we are the smile of witches you burned
on the brambles yell and shout under the clouds we wanto to live free
we are the smile of witches you burned the soul of the witches you burned is not lost we have the brooms of the witches you burned we are the decendents of the witches you burned