Within The Witch کے بول

Last day of winter, skin is burning On hands and knees tonight we crawl Gnashing teeth, reduced breathing Watch behind he looms Within the witch, a figure of endless black anxiety My time here in many ways is lost On a broken chance and your former glory To which body of land do you condemn yourself? The line you cannot cross Within the witch, a figure of endless black anxiety Waiting for a second chance, choked up on ignorance and violence Waiting for a second chance that won't come Within...