Black Magic from Villain Misunderstood by Pyrophoria

I sold my soul for free
Now nothing hinders me
Yours is where I left it be
Trapped in a jar in Ayiti

The curse came off of me and I circled round
I was the witch they burned to the ground

The curse on your starts now
First things first: you bow
A jinx alone does not astound
Trust that I don't fool around

Oh the healer heals and the priestess steals
Live evil, live evil, the white witch appeals
My laugh said it all; the afflicted kneels
Black Magic Sorceress had signed and sealed

The curse came off of me and I circled round
I was the witch they burned to the ground

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