The Mare Songtext
von Wolftooth

Slipping through the dead of night
They delve into your dreams
Oppression of the vile kind
They feed upon your screams
Souls that wander in the dark
They set upon your chest
Evoking thought and creating
A sense of breathlessness

Beware the mare
The witches come nighttime
Beware the mare
The demon horse you ride


Once they enter in your mind
They take over control
Fear and pain and agony
Unconscious mind they stroll
Turning form into the beast
They bow into the call
Hover over victim′s heads
Confusion overall

Beware the mare
The witches come nighttime
Beware the mare
The demon horse you ride

Drifting through the night
The mare runs taking flight
Parted evening soul
Born into the call

They come into the night to take over your dreams
Their souls are wandering for someone while they sleep
They are the creator of visions in your mind
The night has given air of the demon kind