Witchcraft - If Crimson Was Your Colour lyrics

rate me

within the darkest hour

when the dragon releases it's power

they feel the urge to meet

to share and to intertwine

beneath the leader of the horde

men and demons are sworn

to kill and grant his grace

they are reflections of the master's face

the night is young and fresh

witch a scent of macabre on it's breath

scattered they form a pattern

to be seen from the sky

if crimson was your colour

could your conscience bear your soul

would you paint the space witch murder

your spirit's breath so cool

they are cowards falling from their own grace

infiltrating penetrating witch hate

rounding up marching into the womb

catatonic spending time in sin