The wind, she whispers Through the graveyards of our hearts: Wreathed in dreams As she weaves her witchcraft We breathe, enamoured Of the conquering dark Harvest past, fires cast Ashen shades this Halloween We are set now to Beherit the earth...
The wind, she whispers Through the graveyards of our hearts: Wreathed in dreams As she weaves her witchcraft We breathe, enamoured Of the conquering dark Harvest past, fires cast Ashen shades this Halloween We are set now to Beherit the earth...