Thank-you for killing me.
With picthforks and torches,
they came.
To burn the witch,
That was allready dead.
She died of the empytness
that killed her heart,
inside-out.
But still,
she remained trapped here,
bound to earth.
By a force that wanted her to suffer.
They came,
only ten,
her closest friends.
That couldn't continue
to listen to her
silent shriek,
for another second.
they came.
To burn the witch,
That was allready dead.
She died of the empytness
that killed her heart,
inside-out.
But still,
she remained trapped here,
bound to earth.
By a force that wanted her to suffer.
They came,
only ten,
her closest friends.
That couldn't continue
to listen to her
silent shriek,
for another second.