Witching Hour

Ligea

It's time to stand
Leave some flowers on the grave
She opens up her eyes
And stares him in the face
She died for a reason
But it's merely showing off
He waits and suffers
And she just stares and laughs
Her spirit is still there

Ligea, Ligea
Ligea, Ligea
Ligea, Ligea

He see it's her like hell
And deceive
He cannot burnt her again
'Cause she can never die
She is a nightmare
Locked in the
Is this the reason?
She died forsaken and harmed

Her spirit is still there

Ligea, Ligea
Ligea, Ligea
Ligea, Ligea

Her spirit is still there

Ligea, Ligea
Ligea, Ligea
Ligea, Ligea