Ieschure - The Dead Witch

The hidden path that runs through the night among the fern, and old twisted trees
The glowing eyes following me in the darkness and silence

Are you Silent when they talk to much?
Are you silent?

Among their hollow words
The river sand stuck in her mouth
And dead flowers bloom in her hand

Her pale face in the sparkling black waves
The dead body among the agile reed
The mystic horror creeps on their skin
At that times
When they hear thе name of hers

Talk to me from thе dark side
Talk to me on whispering shade
Talk to me without your voice
In the forest all turns into dreams

Under the moon and under the sun
She never sleeps and never calms down
The restless ghost
The evil black soul from the dark
She comes to them to drink their blood