There's a vault in the woods And a throne of moss A crown of black caress And a spell of emptiness They all have black hole eyes Their voice between the mist and the moor The swallows spirals through them The swallows spirals through them
There's a vault in the woods And a throne of moss A crown of black caress And a spell of emptiness They all have black hole eyes Their voice between the mist and the moor The swallows spirals through them The swallows spirals through them