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letra de the witch - cruachan

[verse 1]
have you seen the dark haired woman
move with elegance and flair?
all the men be held in her spell
though she don’t know nor care
she is the pagan forest witch
and in her beauty there be a snare

[verse 2]
among the oaks she calls her home
the forest floor she calls her bed
from the river wild she takes a draught
from all of life is fed
she needs nothing from the modern world
for thе land and earth is wed
[verse 3]
tall and graceful grows hеr body
an earthly rule does she possess
her lips as red as a bloodied rose
her face shows beauty and finesse
her clothes be torn and tattered
with stains of earth upon her dress

[verse 4]
for the longest time she has here dwelled
learning forest spells and more
she can cure all ails and troubles
with blossoms and herbal lore
she’s a child of nature and the wild
yet like a mother we adore

[verse 5]
woe to those who try to harm her
those who think to violate
an ancient magic dwells within
a terrible vigour she’d create
so take your passions elsewhere
lest you suffer this dreadful fate

[verse 6]
but to those that show her love
a primal passion shared in l-st
then fear her not, this forest nymph
her soul to you she will entrust
for an eternity would her loyalty live
till all of men be dust

- cruachan

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