Tytuł: The dying illusion

• Wykonawca: Candlemass
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From the bottom of the pit
   of nightmares she will come
   From the dungeons of insanity
   to haunt the wicked mind
   A crooked finger points,
   a spell is cast, words can kill
   A weaver of the web of tears,
   a daughter of the dark
  
   Oh, the moon is so cold
   See the grace of her presence
  
   Giving you the poisoned apple,
   beauty or beast
   Dancing naked in the rain
   with eyes that cannot see
   Calling demons that have not spoken
   in a thousand years
   Old sad eyes of wisdom tell of dreams
   we can't reach
  
   When the moon is so cold
   When the air breathes of evil
   And the black skies will burn
   See her shadow is rising
  
   The dying illusion
   The loss of a friend
   The dying illusion
   Please come back again
  
   The hideous smile of the devils
   child will tease you t® believe
   A forbidding shape witch or virgin -
   over a sinister moon
   Fatal grace that blinds and binds,
   assaults and astounds
   From the cradle of eternity
   to the fears of modern man