The Witch Songtext
von 'Igginbottom

Hues ruling, crumbling wall
Smoky silty chimney tall
The air is heavy, smell of pine,
Woman rocking, hair like twine

Dusty patterns, whitewashed wall,
Darkened corner, old cat calls
Iron pot is black by soot,
Bubbling liquid boiling call smoo ...


Flickered patterns round the room,
Restless woman sits in tune.
Grey and yellow dying skin,
Tight drawn fingers clasp her chin.

Dying fire, sounds decreasing
Misty morning dew amounting
Fill your day but empty now,
Mo strength within the furrowed brow

Cat creeps from the open door;
Dust will thicken on the floor.
Chair is still but bears with grace,
Lonely figures shroud her ways ...