Ancient is she, like the stone you embrace
called «Atla the Witch»
Mistress or woman, the were-woman stands
pretending the love of a King….
Lives in the moor, the dark dagon’s moor
Protected by enchants and runes
Atla The Witch knows something that you need
The way to the ruins of hell
[chorus]
The Witch,The Witch,The Witch,The Witch
Follow The Witch..
The Witch,The Witch,The Witch,The Witch
In to the circle…
Beyond her eyes knowledge and truth
Atla the Witch
She seems a savage , savager than you
for the clothes and the black hair she got
From the red lips, comes out a sneer
Illusion of human appear
Two Bared teeth reveal her essence
Beast or woman, the were-woman stands
Falling in the darkness
Through the rotteness
Feel my anger
Deeper than thy Hell