Early in the morning and in the mist When the tide comes in and conditions exist If the moon is right, you can stand right beside her And gaze upon them as they swallow down the spiders Ghoulish apparitions of women Long dead, grey and glowing - much thinner Vengeful On the shoreline Eyes are trancelike Hands are full of spiders Watch them laugh as they eat At their feet, foaming water Incomplete, missing teeth, flaking skin Wretched seahag Boiling the pools of saltwater The vapor in my sinuses awaken me Their voices take the place of the pressure in my head Walking forward, I leave the land behind And slip below the shallows in their silence I can hear below the rolling waves A chorus of their voices call to me Undertow pulls me down, an embrace from the gravity of water Lured here by the longing voice Of a dead man's wife and daughtersTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
