| Song | You Put A Hex On Me |
| Artist | Mortiis |
| Album | The Smell Of Rain |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Mortiis | |
| Dancing round the burning fire. | |
| Calling out the names of the dead. | |
| Chanting all your dark desires. | |
| As you stick your pins in my head. | |
| Painted faces all around me. | |
| Speak of things | |
| I don't understand. | |
| Somebody's blood is on the ground. | |
| My time is here, it is at hand. | |
| Why do you use the old juju? | |
| Why do you battle all them bones? | |
| I'm telling you | |
| I'm not the one for you. | |
| But still you throw the stones. | |
| You put a hex on me. | |
| In the middle of a circle. | |
| Sits the one to fear. | |
| Maker of all miracles, | |
| The one I won't go near. | |
| It's the doctor that is blind, | |
| But still he'll cast the spell. | |
| Don't ever look into this evil mind, | |
| Unless you want to see his hell. | |
| Wicked laughter fills the air. | |
| Everyone is laughing at me. | |
| Can't escape this trancelike stare, | |
| He wants me to be blind like he. | |
| Needles, nails and broken glass. | |
| Incantations from the past. | |
| I'm just a toy in this unholy mass, | |
| Not the first nor will | |
| I be the last. |
| zuo ci : Mortiis | |
| Dancing round the burning fire. | |
| Calling out the names of the dead. | |
| Chanting all your dark desires. | |
| As you stick your pins in my head. | |
| Painted faces all around me. | |
| Speak of things | |
| I don' t understand. | |
| Somebody' s blood is on the ground. | |
| My time is here, it is at hand. | |
| Why do you use the old juju? | |
| Why do you battle all them bones? | |
| I' m telling you | |
| I' m not the one for you. | |
| But still you throw the stones. | |
| You put a hex on me. | |
| In the middle of a circle. | |
| Sits the one to fear. | |
| Maker of all miracles, | |
| The one I won' t go near. | |
| It' s the doctor that is blind, | |
| But still he' ll cast the spell. | |
| Don' t ever look into this evil mind, | |
| Unless you want to see his hell. | |
| Wicked laughter fills the air. | |
| Everyone is laughing at me. | |
| Can' t escape this trancelike stare, | |
| He wants me to be blind like he. | |
| Needles, nails and broken glass. | |
| Incantations from the past. | |
| I' m just a toy in this unholy mass, | |
| Not the first nor will | |
| I be the last. |
| zuò cí : Mortiis | |
| Dancing round the burning fire. | |
| Calling out the names of the dead. | |
| Chanting all your dark desires. | |
| As you stick your pins in my head. | |
| Painted faces all around me. | |
| Speak of things | |
| I don' t understand. | |
| Somebody' s blood is on the ground. | |
| My time is here, it is at hand. | |
| Why do you use the old juju? | |
| Why do you battle all them bones? | |
| I' m telling you | |
| I' m not the one for you. | |
| But still you throw the stones. | |
| You put a hex on me. | |
| In the middle of a circle. | |
| Sits the one to fear. | |
| Maker of all miracles, | |
| The one I won' t go near. | |
| It' s the doctor that is blind, | |
| But still he' ll cast the spell. | |
| Don' t ever look into this evil mind, | |
| Unless you want to see his hell. | |
| Wicked laughter fills the air. | |
| Everyone is laughing at me. | |
| Can' t escape this trancelike stare, | |
| He wants me to be blind like he. | |
| Needles, nails and broken glass. | |
| Incantations from the past. | |
| I' m just a toy in this unholy mass, | |
| Not the first nor will | |
| I be the last. |