Apocalyptic Dream
Blackdeath
I dreamt that I worshiped the wind Four spouts rushed at me And I reached forth my arms towards them Bewitching sounds rang from under the ground And demons and witches whispered me that I would never wake up
I dreamt that I worshiped the wind Four spouts rushed at me And I reached forth my arms towards them Bewitching sounds rang from under the ground And demons and witches whispered me that I would never wake up