Wytchfynde

To The Devil A Daughter

Wytchfynde


In Anticipation With Fear In Her Eyes 
She Lies There Waiting 
A Purveyor Of Evil, The Terror She's Feeling 
See The Beast Within Her Rise 

She Invited The Dark Side, She Called On The Past 
Just A Child's Silly Game 
He Possess Her Body, As She Calls Out His Name 

She's Writhing In Pain, Her Young Soul To Take 
He Heard Her Calling 
He'll Take Her To Hell That Sweet Little Girl