Witchling – A New January – letras

NightfallPower flows so pureNature’s shifting hereUnsure of things surrounding usLet’s just have faith this timeTake my hand, you start to feel the sidesA burning world with grabbing handsAnd flapping birds with melting crayonsAnd children’s eyes without a viewThey were born and bred and they died for youImpartially we move to eatAs everything just seems to be soNaturally I start to shakeSix more hours until the break of dawnOctober moon, the patchwork shadowsThe masquerading voiceBewitching in the swirling darknessWhores seduce the boysUnresting in disfigured branchesThe cracked bone marrow songFeelings of anticipationAnd waiting much to long