Whiplash Stirring The Cauldron текст песни, слова песни Stirring The Cauldron Whiplash
Whiplash - Stirring The Cauldron
A blood curdling chill perilous fight
The fog is thick the clouds set in
A twist of fate a night of sin
The howl of the wolf a dark evil power
Creeps down your spine it's the witching hour
Chorus:
The minute you fall to the hands of the flame
Evil will take its course, it's all over
The wicked witch's mission is through
Once the bubbling brew has tasted you
The eye of newt and fang of bat
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