M / Moat / Woodspirits of the Night
Hear their callsFear themFor they are not what they seemJust across the valleyIn a far off hidden landDeep in the forestThey may ask to take your handFor Woodspirits they areThe night draws them outThe darkness they needFear them for terror they bringYou must not trust themFor their magic is to do illTheir enchantment is falseFor blood they must spillFor Woodspirits they areIn the darkness they dwellFor you might believe they're from heavenFor they are truly from hell Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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