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letra de darkling woods - ill wicker

come inside, mischievous little rags
the firs are growing in the skies
save your games and this fallen gag
til the night has turned to day

in your beds, for your lullabies
be your focus endless clatter
of something astir, i am not aware
as my little baby wants
calling shapes, curiosity awaits
beckoning shapes

the forest outside is a lethal walk
it broods a spirit when the night has fallen
and it feeds on shuddering children
i swallow their pathway home

a glare in the twilight, a gaze in the dark
ambiguous guises that pass your eyes
you were never sure what you saw
you were never sure what you saw
a rustling of bushes, or glimpses of devils
a breath of someones near you, or a mourn far remote
not [?]
will help you find your way back when beset by the sound
slowly leads the child sure away
left with only cries and mournful sighs
your ear wince by every sound, and soon you’ll stay
an infernal dread when you dance with a sigh

winds, winds there, dreamt and stared, in gust whirled
winds, winds there, dreamt and stared, in gust whirled
winds, winds there, dreamt and stared, in gust whirled
winds, winds there, dreamt and stared, in gust whirled
winds, winds there, dreamt and stared, in gust whirled
winds, winds there, dreamt and stared, in gust whirled
winds, winds there, dreamt and stared, in gust whirled
winds, winds there, dreamt and stared, in gust whirled

- ill wicker

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