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The noon next still these children sleep Yet they bear no fever, nor wound Under hex how far have they fallen Fathomed be the priest and his secret to consume Is it just they are lost in dream Eyes speak dead yet here they breath To the touch skin fouls a sour cold And on their lips shine the shade of a stolen soul The priest will pace upon the comatose Lifeless girls and one being of his own A heathen dance from nights past arose Nothing for a child any father would condone Is it just they are lost in dream Eyes speak dead yet here they breath To the touch skin fouls a sour cold And on their lips shine the shade of stolen soul Behind the eyes falling deeper in dream The girls still dance where none can see Deep in the wooded black of nights past flee Where they witches waltz is where they be In the grasp of the anxious sire SongtexteThe seed of his will now open her eyes Still incoherent before her father she lay Unable to speak nor hear his cries Behind the eyes falling deeper in dream The girls still dance where none can see Deep in the wooded black of nights past flee Where the witches waltz is where they be Aus Songtexte Mania