The renegade witch (a feiticeira renegada)

An unknow soul, a dark dream, a perverse desire. But why it all?
There is nothing else to do here. The Moon appeared, but the darkness doesn't go.
Are bad dreams, oh, desire to escape... because I'm a renegade witch... because I wanted change the world.
I don't want, I can't, the spilled blood doesn't go.
Give it up, is not what they want? Evacuate, is that thay tell me...
Destination, oh punished, I was filled with lies and illusions... It is my trial.
An internal conflict, an old lie, a desire to be somebody...
The death is not nothing to a soul renegade.
The death is not nothing when you're dead.
The cross down, the symbol of the dead, the symbol of the soul.
The beating heart, the life unfinished, the blameless girl, the bodkin sharp, the blood in the eyes, the blood in the eyes, in the cold and unquiet look.
An internal conflict, an old lie, a desire to be somebody...
The death is not nothing to a soul renegade.
The death is not nothing when you're dead.
The blood, the bodkin, the ritual, the renegade witch...
Nothing more than the last soul locked in the hell called humanity.
The War, the dead, the victory, the loss.
The breaking of the veil, the visions, the spells, the fear.
The young renegade witch just wanted change the world.



É isso. A primeira pessoa que me chamar de emo por causa dessa música vai levar na cara.
E se não gostou pega na minha benga e balança, HAUSHAUS.