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The Canadairs are mine
And the air police
I burn for a witch
A girl from hell
Torquemada, his acolytes
Loudun, Salem and all the rest
The crackling pyres, she doesn't care
She is hell
Really hellish
Without broom, without owl, almost without taboos
The fire often gives him signs
She wants me to sign with my blood
A sheet marked with the words "just us"
I didn't find my weapons
I didn't set an alarm
I did according to her charms, I admit
In the weekend Sabbaths
Sorry for those who lack luck
But it's me she's taking and not you
She is hell
Really hellish
Without broom, without owl, almost without taboos
It can happen some nights
When she abuses her powers
The night becomes dark again and I go crazy
Taste the mandrake
In the hollows of his body
Isn't bad luck at all
Taste the mandrake
In the hollows of his body
Isn't bad luck at all
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