Witchcraft Her Sisters They Were Weak
There once was a king who lived in a palace uphillHe had
three wonderful daughters they had no own free will
The king sold his soul to the devil yes indeed
In return he was promised wealth and life eternally
The devil came riding one day upon his blackened horse
The princesses were his aim they were destined to run his
course
One of the girls was tall more beautiful than blue skies
Her hair was coloured bright and she had white marble
eyes
She will die...
Her sisters they were weak they fell for the devil´s
charms
Mesmerizing eyes they went right into his arms
Afraid to look around the bright girl ran away
One last glance and she saw her sisters pray...
