Stormwitch - Flour In The Wind lyrics

Cold misty winter, late afternoon The time is short, is running low On the river's surface, appears a mill It sunk a long, long time ago The old, lame miller goes ashore I know what he's searching for d**h, pain,agony Famin is spread all through the land d**h, pain,agony The white fog is carried by the air Pale, bony fingers search through the fields They scratch out nourishing seed The wicked miller fills his bags With all the stolen winter wheat He grinds the corn and flour fills the air Flour turns to fog bringing hunger and dispair d**h, pain,agony.... Everytime when this fog appears There'll be no harvest only hunger and tears d**h, pain, agony....