Something Wicked کے بول

Here comes the circus now to steal your life away Catch unwary children at their play Disturb what was a peaceful island of calm A storm is coming on the horizon The traveller begs for you for his words to heed To fear the evil thing that he proceeds Recurring evil in the autumn times of sin A mad collection of broken men Thunder ripping out across the sky Draw the lightning out of my mind By the prickling of my thumbs Something wicked this way comes The house of mirrors is your place of play Ten thousand faces driving you insane A carnival of hate now crawling through your mind A gripping fear that leaves you paralyzed Thunder ripping out across the sky Draw the lightning out of my mind By the prickling of my thumbs Something wicked this way comes