Paroles de Slave Of The Witch

A doorway open To another world In which you will find The ghost of jokes You can hear the voice A chant of irony full of loss Dusty road never travelled On your back the broken cross Irony turns to wrath When he can't find the way So deep, digging the grave Cause the ghost is the slave of the witch A rusty spear crosses his neck When he doesn't hear you laugh Then like a reptile he starts to cry Trying to find compassion in you But you can see the joke in his eyes The slave of the witch Sings his song The song of the broken cross