We Are The Witches Lyrics - Antichrisis

A gathering at night 

A knock-knock on the door 

Dressed in a red cloak 

Her eyes gleaming with delight 

The moment she's been waiting for 

finally arrived 

Sister's waiting for her 

While the stars are shining bright 

Incubus and succubus 

The evil foe has cursed on us 

The Demons rise on Hallowmass 

Oh, this devilishness... 

A plague came over us again 

striking down my fellow-men 

The priest became a scatterbrain 

My word for it, Mister! 

The churchyard it came tumbling down 

The king of kings: A brainless clown 

The prior stuck in the eiderdown 

and I had to witness! 

The piper played a dancing tune 

and all came out on Harvest Moon 

Altars staying unillumed 

and women sinister! 

Now she's awake 

Dancing in the firelight 

The dragon's call resounds 

The serpent's kiss ignites 

The fire of love 

The dawning of a new day 

Oh, sister of the night 

You're the light of the world 

Spellbound they're screaming in the street 

How could we fall? Oh, this defeat... 

The ruthless on the losing streak 

We are so wasted! 

So stupid that we did not see 

How all those things should really be 

The eyesore of humanity 

a flawed mastermind! 

What once seemed apprehensible 

has turned into dispensible 

because of being nonsensical 

We should have been basted! 

But now we've come to realize 

the senselessness of alibis 

and squander of self-sacrifice 

so deaf, dull and blind! 

We are the flow, we are the ebb 

We are the weavers, we are the web 

We are the flow, we are the ebb 

We are the witches back from the dead 

See me, I am life 

and it's your birthright 

to walk proud and strong 

Come dance with the tide 

We've been there before 

And we shall return 

for now and evermore 

now and evermore... 

We are the flow, we are the ebb 

We are the weavers, we are the web 

We are the flow, we are the ebb 

We are the witches back from the dead 

Up on the hill she peers 

down by the sea she waits 

Her sisters gathering by her side 

until disturbance dies 

It was another case of 

self-fulfilling prophecy 

Those faithful believers 

submerging in their agony 

Did they really think their deeds 

justified abysmal greed 

ignoring all the human needs 

A ploy of indulgence! 

Insane with egomania 

vampires from Transylvania 

spiritual pyromania 

ashes to ashes... 

Obsessed with their morbidity 

the morons of stupidity 

caused nothing but sheer faggery 

A lack of common sense! 

Their madness turned to matricide 

religious sort of cyanide 

We salute your suicide: 

Your kingdom crashes! 

We are the flow, we are the ebb 

We are the weavers, we are the web 

We are the flow, we are the ebb 

We are the witches back from the dead 

We are the flow, we are the ebb 

We are the weavers, we are the web 

We are the flow, we are the ebb 

We are the witches back from the dead