الكلمات الأصلية
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Follow me to the wood
Through the dew fields and the bog
I'll show you what I saw last November
As autumn's curtain closed, something opened
Something old
No one seems to believe
In the stories that I tell, so I keep them to myself
But you see shadows too, my friend
My friend
Something is watching us
From behind
An eye that cannot close
Until the morning blinds and burns
We are hers
We are hers
In an evening gown of gray bloom
Rose the witch, the bitch
The wicked worm
With one cold kiss from her black lips
We froze
We froze
Something is watching us
From behind
An eye that cannot close
Until the morning blinds and burns
We are hers
We are hers
