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Witch Blues - Steve Forbert

"VERSE Hell ain't got no fury That can match your kind of scorn You've got a lot of people Sorta sorry you were born VERSE The way you treated Jim . . . yeah Was more than I could understand He took it"

Witch Hunt - Piledriver

"We're hungry wolves stealing the night witchkilling keeps us alive We're searching for her, we're hunting for her she's taking us for a ride We're chasing her till the end we've gotta kill this deadly"

American Witch - Rob Zombie

"Body of a monkey and the feet of a cock, Dragged from her home on the killing rock, Black dog dying on the weather vain, The Devil's in a cat and the baby's brain, The End - The End of The American, The"

Witch Hunt - The Church

"People 'round here say you're a witch They're intrigued in seeing you roast They really intend to burn you my friend I think that's the bit they like most Wake up baby, the mob are on their way Howling,"

Sea Witch - Dover

"Sounds like a joke but you can bet it is not I am a witch! there are powers in me do you believe it? I will fix my ugly body I've got no time to get in trouble no one will recognize me all I need is just"

Drowning Witch - Frank Zappa

"Frank Zappa (lead guitar, vocals) Steve Vai (guitar) Ray White (rhythm guitar, vocals) Tommy Mars (keyboards) Bobby Martin (keyboards, saxophone, vocals) Ed Mann (percussion) Chad Wackerman (drums) Roy"

Sea Witch - Nieznani

"Słowa i muzyka: Paweł Leszoski Gdzieś u brzegów Irlandii Kliper przy kei stał Na nim stary kapitan Szanty śpiewał i grał Opowiadał o sztormach Które zabrały mu Wielu dobrych przyjaciół Majtków chyba ze"

Witch-storm - Bathory

"Silvern skull, sable shroud, ebon tower, onyx crown.Witchfire, black citadel, frost-shrouded steel, moon-veiled spell.The skyqueen of the dead rides forth, black storm-borne steeds,(their flanks anointed"

Swamp Witch - Jim Stafford

"Black water Hattie lived back in the swamp Where the strange green reptiles crawl Snakes hang thick from the cypress trees Like sausage on a smokehouse wall Where the swamp is alive with a thousand eyes An'"

Witch Hunt - D.O.A.

"if you're scraping by on spuds or rice on the budget of a mouse or you room inside a house that should be condemned then the strangled cries as the dollar falls that echo through the town mean that if"

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