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Sold your tainted soul Just to be able to harm my mind, Wrap me in your sweet betrayel Whisper me your spells that bind. Oath-breaker From the very start, Kill the rest For your wretched heart. Warlock magic Darkest in our realm, Selfish from the first sand of time Sustained by fires of hell. So my little warlock friend You'll not best this witch, Unseduced by your evil craft For I have kept my wit. Moon shine on your dark path As the mother leads me home, And into wisdom I will travel For I stood by the crone.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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