Sanity is mere refuge,
where you begin to dwell.
The mirror is a window,
On the other side is Hel
The crows whisper, telling you,
Who sleeps beneath corn.
Waiting, Dreaming in the Darkness.
She wears a crown of horns.
In the shadows of Dark, Ancient Mountains
The sunny valley lies below.
But what lies below the valley
Is the future long foretold...
Soon, she will be rising
To cleanse the Earth, Her precious, blue and living ball
Where she'll sow chaos and past due justice...
The sound of Thunder and Tower Fall...
The crows whisper, telling me,
Who sleeps beneath corn.
Waiting, Dreaming in the Darkness.
She wears a crown of horns.
Burning skies, they will produce no rain
To stop the wildfires, down below.
And with horror, come the hunger pangs
And the panic starts to show...
The people fight each other As they have always done.
Dark Mother relishes their terror, Their fire and iron, and compensating guns.
And the crows sit on her shoulders
And whisper in her ears.
Please don't bring them back again
It always ends in tears.
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