Seven Witches
Rick Montalvor
Two hundred and fifty days after the day I died
Seven witches fed me with their honey and brought me back to life
When I tasted that melted sugar, I felt like a vampire
Sucking deep inside my victim's body, sweeten my broken heart
As a kind of a magic glue that stuck again all my parts
I became addicted to witch honey and now I drink it all the time
I want it when I wake up, I want it when I feel tired
I drank the honey from seven witches and I just can't stop
When I tasted that melted sugar, I felt like a vampire
Sucking deep inside my victim's body, sweeten my broken heart
I drank the honey from seven witches and I just can't stop
Two hundred and fifty days after the day I died
Seven witches fed me with their honey and brought me back to life
When I tasted that melted sugar, I felt like a vampire
Sucking deep inside my victim's body, sweeten my broken heart
When I tasted that melted sugar, I felt like a vampire
Sucking deep inside my victim's body, sweeten my broken heart
I drank the honey from seven witches and I just can't stop