Old Witch piosenki

a dim broken ghost twists in the still hangs before my eyes her beauty far outshone the sun and withered all the flowers she touched the ground hardened turned to ice rather than accept her still warm form she lay out on the glad...

soft moonlight falls on the cemerery clay pale flowers wilt on the stone perfumes the night as lonely spirits pass on these uncertain paths of the dead black hallowed soil, the womb of our birth dust to which all love returns I taste the sweet soil...

Funeral rain burns and seeds the rotting soil no green, no brown sick grey, sick grey and the sickle moon rises over empty dead fields no cry breaks the still my wedding night my pretty young bride where has your pretty dress gone? I have...

It was just before the moon hung Her weary heavy head in The gallows and the graves of The milky milky cradle His tears have turned to poppies A shimmer in the midnight A flower in the twilight A flower in the twilight And our screaming Is in his scr...

There above ancient woods old gods roam the twilight old spyrits haunt the thickets where our blood nourished the earth forests fall black and cower at the wolves howl breaking cold across the frost and snow all the stars in the night sky sh...

Come mourning come set your weary eyes to sleep come with the dawn with your lover's vigil keep come... Little sparrow in your tree will you sing your song for the light? Days will come when you'll be gone and men will say "such were the tim...

Moonset comes forests weep as frost creeps here, a power takes hold leads me through soft sleep into a deeper chill where strength burns, where will reigns fear is weakness love is fear fate will guide us home i will ascend to the vaults...

grey rain falls and freezes a plague of memory falls upon the dead earth and black depths of time streatch endless unsommened eons call to me under a lifeless sun the woods, a sleeping power lingers under frozen earth a power, asleep bu...

This ruin this waste these too shall fall and turn again to wilderness these words remain: unknowable dark wet roots and the woods fail their strange echos, it's cool waters a dark, silent, a still glassy mirror