Whitewood کے بول

Please come inside I’ll make you feel at home Innocent child In whitewood you belong The stars aligned There is no going back A sprig of woodbine And now you have been marked Lying cold upon the altar stone 13 Candles revealing scenes unknown Faceless figures and an ancient psalm Eager to greet this offering of blood This inn eternal Resting place for my cursed heart Unholy night For you the spirits mass