She gave fair warning A tear of death Now you're losing one of your own Green Lady Who's to be next To lie in the garden of stone
Swollen red eyes For those to die
There's blood on these cobblestone streets Absent of man A lonely wail Is all you'll ever hear Dare not to look Beyond your door When the western winds blow Or you might catch an awful glimpse Of this creature of old
Camoflouged In thickening fog A spirit of the mist Green Lady Why do you call? Leading us to the Grave
Over the hills I can hear your cryTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
