The Lost Souls
Burning Witches
A storm is raging around the cold castle walls
Through the wind you can hear screams from far below
There's no rest for the wicked
Forever enslaved
Their maimed bodies restless
Turning in their graves
Free the lost souls, screaming in pain
Free the lost souls, screaming in vain
Forsaken ghosts are dancing with the damned, oh
Forsaken ghosts are dancing on the cursed lands, oh
Forsaken ghosts are dancing on the cursed lands, oh
Forsaken ghosts are dancing when you're passing through
In thе kettle, remains of a witchеs brew
There's no rest for the wicked
Forever enslaved
Their maimed bodies restless
Turning in their graves
Free the lost souls, screaming in pain
Free the lost souls, screaming in vain
Forsaken ghosts are dancing with the damned, oh
Forsaken ghosts are dancing on the cursed lands, oh
There's no rest for the wicked
Forever enslaved
Their maimed bodies restless
Turning in their graves
Free the lost souls, screaming in pain
Free the lost souls, screaming in vain
Forsaken ghosts are dancing with the damned, oh
Forsaken ghosts are dancing on the cursed lands, oh
Forever enslaved in death's embrace