Paroles de The Witch

A sombre morning Fields of rusty gold suffuse the way The pounding sound of steps On fallen leaves you contemplate The bleak arrival Of times and rites effacing levity The sands of time rain down To bury the child that you have been Unholy wraith I can feel your touch Screams sound in the wind and rain Stormbound on a dim November day as Screams sound and they drive me insane I know: What a beautiful day Screams sound in the wind and rain Stormbound on a dim November day as Screams sound are you deaf or do you feign? I know: What a beautiful day Eerie voices Whispering and no one can be seen I can hear what you say Is just a bovine fantasy Leaves are raining From bony hands of entities around The lament bursting sanity Incredibly profound Unholy wraith I can feel your touch Screams sound in the wind and rain Stormbound on a dim November day as Screams sound - call it inane I know it's just a beautiful day To be taken to the realms Taken by a wraith Screams sound in the wind and rain Stormbound on a cold day Screams sound and they drive me insane I know: What a beautiful day What a beautiful day Screams sound in the wind and rain Stormbound on a dim November day as Screams sound are you deaf or do you feign? I know: What a beautiful day