
Date of issue: 13.04.2008
Record label: Full Moon
Song language: English
Be-Witched |
Hear the haunting theronade |
Like a chant through a timeless abyss |
Or the cries from the wolves from the |
Long lost woods |
Moon-less nights caress her |
In shades of a nocturnal beauty |
She dances on cemetary ground |
Be-witched by the wistful tunes of thy dark |
Enslaving eyes of a whistful darkness |
Calls me as a silent prayer |
She is the one of nocturnal beauty |
Force me to become her slave |
Take — me on your journey |
She was a woman in black lace |
Dancing like a raven around the mountain side |
And the music of her wistful songs |
Or laughter, or cries |
And out of the skies above me |
A creature — a face turned down unto me |
Closer and closer — then so near |
And when she again raised |
She caressed me and lead us into a lustful dance |
In circles bigger and bigger |
Higher up — into the moonless skies |
And I joined her on her journey to hades |