the wood is deep
the wood is dark
when you spin around
the trees are the only
things left to find
the evening is closer
the cauldrons of forest witches
boil
wonderful recipes of old
sun slowly sets
casting pale shades
upon my face
the path is long
and i go deeper in the woods
boiling miseries
mixed with wonders of the night
bad wishes towards the living world
living beyond the gates of the forest
whispers..
they echo in my head
whispers of the dead
spoken with mouths of witches
recipe for new season
how to hide from the light..
how to hide from the sun..
they are eyes
so black
they are eyes
so pale
it's the same now
when the night has risen
boiling cauldrons
smokes over the wood
curses climb up the trees
to join the raven wings
to be spread worldwide
over the land!
recipe of some awful things
recipe of some wonderfully smelling herbs
recipe of some true feelings
that still dwell the land of the dead
boiling blood
boiling tears
boiling anger
mixed with fears
the ghosts rise
they will spin around
watching trees
and hidden eyes within
pale and black
all is hidden in the dark!
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