The Dying Illusion – Candlemass – letras

From the bottom of the pitof nightmares she will comeFrom the dungeons of insanityto haunt the wicked mindA crooked finger points,a spell is cast, words can killA weaver of the web of tears,a daughter of the darkOh, the moon is so coldSee the grace of her presenceGiving you the poisoned apple,beauty or beastDancing naked in the rainwith eyes that cannot seeCalling demons that have not spokenin a thousand yearsOld sad eyes of wisdom tell of dreamswe can’t reachWhen the moon is so coldWhen the air breathes of evilAnd the black skies will burnSee her shadow is risingThe dying illusionThe loss of a friendThe dying illusionPlease come back againThe hideous smile of the devilschild will tease you t® believeA forbidding shape witch or virgin -over a sinister moonFatal grace that blinds and binds,assaults and astoundsFrom the cradle of eternityto the fears of modern man