The Dreams In The Witch-House

Umbra Nihil


Now that the skyline
is of crimson colour
And the moon is up in the sky
I sense them
I sense them calling for me

Ill omens
in the air
I must not move,
but my feet, they take me there

I feel the pull to the skies

Insane howls
Morbid melodies
Pagan fires burn
The earth
starts to turn

Sanity, my sacrifice
for knowledge beyond belief

Dreams in the witch-house
The dreams in the witch-house
My fate is clear

No!
No!

The memories are coming back
Now it's all too clear to me

Yes!
Yes!

This is it!

Yes!

This
Is
It

Add to playlist Size Tab Print Correct

Pronunciation dictionary

See more words