Testo The Witch

A sombre morning
Fields of rusty gold suffuse the way
The pounding sound of steps
On fallen leaves you contemplate

The bleak arrival
Of times and rites effacing levity
The sands of time rain down To bury the child that you have been

Unholy wraith I can feel your touch

Screams sound in the wind and rain
Stormbound on a dim November day as
Screams sound and they drive me insane
I know: what a beautiful day

Screams sound in the wind and rain
Stormbound on a dim November day as
Screams sound are you deaf or do you feign?
I know: what a beautiful day

Eerie voices Whispering and no one can be seen
I can hear what you say
Is just a bovine fantasy

Leaves are raining
From bony hands of entities around
The lament bursting sanity
Incredibly profound

Unholy wraith I can feel your touch

Screams sound in the wind and rain
Stormbound on a dim November day as
Screams sound - call it inane
I know it's just a beautiful day
To be taken to the realms
Taken by a wraith

Screams sound in the wind and rain
Stormbound on a cold day
Screams sound and they drive me insane
I know: what a beautiful day

What a beautiful day

Screams sound in the wind and rain
Stormbound on a dim November day as
Screams sound are you deaf or do you feign?
I know: What a beautiful day