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Ведьма

Ведьма

@PaperCat

Fast melodic punk rock at 180 BPM with energetic driving electric guitars, tight downstroke palm-mutes, skate punk bounce, and melodic hardcore edge. Upbeat rhythm section with overdriven bass, punchy kick-snare attack, catchy vocal hook, and raw clean female vocals pushed forward with light room reverb.

106 15.08.2026
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[Verse 1] Wax and wormwood scent the quiet air, Dried herbs in little sacks on the table there. I whisper words above the swirling blue, Taking others' pain and making it my due. No scalpel, no pharmacy for me, I know the strength of root and bark and tree. I am a child of another age, One who won't surrender, won't engage. [Chorus] I'm the witch, I'm the power, I'm the wind, The stars whisper secrets to me in the night. I'm the one who answers for it all, Where others' lights fade out of sight. A serpentine stone hangs on my chest, A knot at dawn to ward off the blight. Whoever comes with trouble owes a debt, I'll light a candle in the yard tonight, To drive the unclean spirits from the light. [Verse 2] A love spell tied on crimson thread, A whisper cast on bitter water's dread. I know how to love and how to destroy, Bringing storms and freedom to employ. In chaos there is order, in order — madness, I dance with shadows on the coals' caress. I need no one's counsel or decree, I decide who is ash and who is free. [Bridge] Some will say it's devil's work I do, Some will cross themselves and turn away. But my soul has burned to ash long through, Just to breathe eternity into the clay. Don't judge me, people, for my sacred rites, Don't count the sins I've come to bear. I'm just an echo of those sweet delights That nighttime verses keep in their care. [Chorus] I'm the witch, I'm the power, I'm the wind, The stars whisper secrets to me in the night. I'm the one who answers for it all, Where others' lights fade out of sight. A serpentine stone hangs on my chest, A knot at dawn to ward off the blight. Whoever comes with trouble owes a debt, I'll light a candle in the yard tonight, To drive the unclean spirits from the light. [Outro] Herbs are drying, candles melt away, The circle closes on the earthly clay. They remember me, they know my name, Like the moon in window glass, the same. I am hereditary, endless, whole, My fate to guard the threshold and the soul. And my milky road unwinds and gleams Wherever God's own footstep dreams.

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