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Call to me: Witch! Witch! Tell me I believe in the devil. Beg my confession, Save my soul From my own black deeds. Hang me, for I follow the prince of darkness, Burn me, allow me to rot with him. My spellbooks and enchantments, All forbidden black magick. The shadow of evil, You say, Darkens my door. Wicked and vile, Sinful, seducing. Scream that I don't deserve to live anymore. Show me your weakness, You'll never see mine, You say my sight has been clouded, But it's you who is blind. Accuse me, and hate me, Kill if you must, But when the last hope has fallen I'll rise from the dust. And it will not be Satan Who rises with me, But a beautiful goddess, The one you would not see. So hate me, and kill me I will not shead a tear I will rise from the darkness You all seem to fear. One last time I will chant, A sacred God's song, Pray to my lord and my lady, Forgive you your wrongs. And my deeds were not evil, In time you will see, What I could have done, Had you not taken me.