To The Devil A Daughter
Wytchfynde
In Anticipation With Fear In Her Eyes
She Lies There Waiting
A Purveyor Of Evil, The Terror She's Feeling
See The Beast Within Her Rise
She Invited The Dark Side, She Called On The Past
Just A Child's Silly Game
He Possess Her Body, As She Calls Out His Name
She's Writhing In Pain, Her Young Soul To Take
He Heard Her Calling
He'll Take Her To Hell That Sweet Little Girl
