Her Sisters They Were Weak - Witchcraft

There once was a king

Who lived a palace uphill

He had three wonderful daughters

They had no free will

The king sold his soul

To the devil yes indeed

In return he was promised

Wealth and life eternally

The devil came riding one day

Upon his blackened horse

The princesses was his aim

They were destined to run his course

One of the girls were tall

More beautiful than blue skies

Her hair was colored bright

And she had white marble eyes

She will die

(Her sisters they were weak

They fell for the devil’s charms

Mesmerizing eyes

They went right into his arms

Afraid to look around

The bright girl ran away

One last glance

And she saw her sisters pray)

The king he sat alone

And listened to the sound

He rest upon his throne

While the palace sank underground