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Sanatçı: Wolfmare

albüm: The Sacred Mushroom and the Crows


Welcome stranger to the thicket of the woods
Don't be afraid of wolf tooth or a knife to crude
Through the fern and swamp spruce we are walking by
Pussy willow whispers lullaby sung long ago to ones who'd gone before
Once there lived a blacksmith in a village small
In his neighbourhood behind the strong stone
Walls lived a widowed preacher of an agvanced age
Priceless treasure had the preacher
Daughter of the sage like a bird cage
Sing it loud to godless crowd
Don't mind whom they'll kill tonight
Impaled or just crucified
All right, he just deserve it

Preacher's daughter had blue eyes and golden hair
Pretty girl in graceful prudish lady's wear
In a garden had a walk with eyes cast down
Blacksmith fell in love with maiden
Never knew before how spoiled maidens were
Man you should have known what wants a woman each
Either tall birch-tree or little dirty bitch
Knocking at your backdoor or just pull your hair
Never listen to her words of love
He deaf and blind, don't let take your mind
Sing it loud to godless crowd
Don't mind whom they'll kill tonight
Impaled or just crucified
All right, he just deserve it

Be my tonight darling
There will be no crying
There will be no lying ever after
Never'll be yours, bumpkin
Relay and fuck pumpkin
You're out of my ranking, take your arms off
I'm nearly dying, give me your hand darling
Or just one kiss darling, put out wild fire
Relax and jerk doodle
All that you do's crudely
You'll never score noodle, jack king off suited
No gentle words or crying
Rest in peace my darling
In my dreams I see rising birch tree at your grave

Then he threw off knife and took oil-treated torch
Got his apron on and passed into his forge
Helped the flame to get onto the wooden walls
Raging fire took the village
Near the chapel bashed, preacher hammer smashed
No one lives there, no one cares of fillage small
Years had passed and there had grown a birch tree tall
When a stranger comes to spot where blacksmith lived birch tree
Sings a lullaby, he hangs himself in wood, another tale ends good
Another tale ends good (Another tale ends good)

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