A long time ago when I was a child - I heard tales and rumours of a place A place of shadows and mysteries - „The Black Forest“ is it's name Within rumours of wisps and witches – With power to revive I see the only hope – To bargain for your life
The children of black forest - will aid me Hundreds of wisps and vague shapes - to meet To bring her body and beg - for a spell Lay you on a moonstone and reanimate
Unknown phrase – rattling air – a person appears Incantation – word is said – the sky collapses The body – was lifted – eyes began to gleam Within the – summoning – the circle of three witches Her body twists under the spells of ancient times Conjuring back her spirit – which was left for afterlife
The children of black forest - will aid me Hundreds of wisps and vague shapes - to meet To bring her body and beg - for a spell Lay you on a moonstone - and reanimate
Four faces've risen – Heading straight to me Crawling, Infecting – A strange curse into my skin
Fingers crooked in unphysical pain – writhing in cramp Like tied and stunned – but not willing to run
Four mouths have spoken – Tongues licking ears from inside Losing my senses, my will – Under a totally blackened skyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
