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Darkwoods My Betrothed Witch Hunts

you The face that brought my soul joy In the reflections of the sun I feel you The cross that brought me hate and pain To the other side of the river my

houses collapsed to the ground The jaws of Hell opened right where peace once prevailed Victorious had the witch-hunt been where the hunter became the hunted

Summer 1657 A tailor's daughter in pain - bewitched A healer had told that the witch will be revealed Before sundown a woman known as evil appeard "

the ground The jaws of Hell opened right where peace once prevailed Victorious had the witch-hunt been where the hunter became the hunted