Letra de From The Mist - White Skull

The moon shines high from the top of the hill
A white curtain rises
Spirits are calling as the old man stands still
Waiting for the crimson light
Feeling the presence of a power supreme
Becoming aware of the secrets
Lying away from the human sight
The night, the forest
The last caress for
The old man waiting for the mist
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Ancients calling, tribes united
Annwn is the otherworld
Fingers like iced branches
Clenching the sword
The last battle is lost
A look to the village
A prayer for the sons
Dana's calling your name