The Wolves Will Be Howling Your Name

You wake up under pale skies
In a white and dragged dress
Like a princess lost in melancholy
In need of a caress
With a bow I pay my reverence
And invite you to bestir
So please take my hand, I do demand
To be my lady, I'll be your sir

So here we are, we've vanished
Like two spirits in the fog
The first place we will visit
Is a foul and crooked bog

I'll take you away through lands of make believe
Where wildest dreams come true
If your skin will crawl don't be afraid of what you'll see
Now close your eyes and count to three
Come to me

Where the trees have a face and they whisper
And the wolves will be howling your name
Where the spiders are not going to blister
And the crows will sing loud this refrain

The second place a meadow
Of the sweetest, darkest taste
Where all things dressed and naked
Can live up without disgrace

Three ugly witches gather
With vicious sexual thoughts
While the druids are glowering madly
Sighing loud and smoking pots

I'll take you away through lands of make believe
Where wildest dreams come true
If your skin will crawl don't be afraid of what you'll see
Now close your eyes and count to three
Come to me

Where the trees have a face and they whisper
And the wolves will be howling your name
Where the spiders are not going to blister
And the crows will sing loud this refrain

Go

(Solos: Rafahel, Aydan)

Where the trees have a face and they whisper
And the wolves will be howling your name
Where the spiders are not going to blister
And the crows will sing loud this refrain

"If your skin will crawl don't be afraid of the things you will see
In this night, the fright will cease - and all uncertainties will fade"
And the crows will sing loud this refrain
"And the wolves will be howling your name"