Wyrd Syster Songtext
von Acid Magus

Crone and creature forming
Pagan frost
Night all bright and stormy
She is lost
The winds that shape this space
Wretched whisper
They etch the lines in her face
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Elemental creature
Pained to be
Mother to the preacher
They don′t see
Lay them all to waste
Just a blister
Oh how it all must taste
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