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A fire guides her to the mount For a ritual of immorality exists From the forests she will come To follow the spell of the one A somber laying shadow through the mist Seen with pure fear by the folks But tonight is the night of the nights The night of the witches ride

Abandoned, the died away hearth No forfending walls, no roof – shards Frost creeps through gaping grooves Where will you go when it begins to snow Charred earth by fires of eviction Lies behind you – ahead the escape Abandoned from all confidence. Alone you walk. Surrounded by sore grief you lose yourself in swoon Wandering in foreign parts Reminding of the loss of a place called home Where will you go when it begins to snow

Coldness tears me apart As walk through the shadows Blear light appears from above And glares my weak eyes My hands grope on rough walls Which were not made by men I feel the pure power of The oldest existence Moved by these impressions I sink down And every single sound sheds in a million echos Which creates its own hymn of depth Swallowed and hidden By mother earth She guides me to her spirit I follow in trance I immerse in her secret realm Behind the edge of the time Blind but seen with thousand eyes I watch my self dying To rebirth in her womb And appear as a new one I climb up from the depth But still my eyes are blind And I fall again and again Coldness tears me apart As  I walk through the shadows Blear light appears from above And glares my weak eyes