Candlemass - The Dying Illusion


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 kill 
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, 
assaults and astounds 
From the cradle of eternity 
to the fears of modern man

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