Candlema** - The Dying Illusion lyrics

From the bottom of the pit of nightmares she will come From the dungeons of insanity to haunt the wicked mind A crooked finger points, a spell is cast, words can k** A weaver of the web of tears, a daughter of the dark Oh, the moon is so cold See the grace of her presence Giving you the poisoned apple, beauty or beast Dancing naked in the rain with eyes that cannot see Calling demons that have not spoken in a thousand years Old sad eyes of wisdom tell of dreams we can't reach When the moon is so cold When the air breathes of evil And the black skies will burn See her shadow is rising The dying illusion The loss of a friend The dying illusion Please come back again The hideous smile of the devils child will tease you t believe A forbidding shape witch or virgin - over a sinister moon Fatal grace that blinds and binds, a**aults and astounds From the cradle of eternity to the fears of modern man