The Witch
演唱：Jean du Voyage、Romane BeaugrandAmong the words unsaid follow the witches will
Too high, to pray, too high
For love the birds have cried to call the witches mind
Too high, to pray, too high
The witch has said
For love, butterflies above you, are rich and fed from hope, would you try ?
She stays there under a tree
To look for the heart of the priest
She died in a potion of flame
A book will become her name
Too high, to pray, too high
For love the birds have cried to call the witches mind
Too high, to pray, too high
The witch has said
For love, butterflies above you, are rich and fed from hope, would you try ?
She stays there under a tree
To look for the heart of the priest
She died in a potion of flame
A book will become her name