Tree of witches
It have been said that
Sin is a natural weakness
My daughter ...this is Nothing
but truth of a boneshaker
settled beneath the odds
In the forbidden lands
Ruled by the idioms of
The dead man’s head
Begotten from tales
Written on leaves
Hanged on dried bones
On Tree of witches.
It is preached to fail you
That you commit evils like
Fornication and drunkenness
Dressing like harlots just
As result of the blown
Dried leaves sounding
Like flutes of dooms
At the sunrise of
Reddish violets aurora
Flying in Pandemonium
Around tree of witches.
World is your nice fan
Ages are nothing but numbers
Hustle just for your profit.
Oh...Don’t believe it my son
And make sure you will
Never do it, there will never be
a light beam from darkness
Or the salvation of Dracula’s
Daughter who hanged skulls
Of prey on tree of witches.
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