The Cauldron

The wood is deep The wood is dark When you spin around The trees are the only Things left to find The evening is closer The cauldrons of forest witches Boil Wonderful recipes of old Sun slowly sets Casting pale shades Upon my face The path is long And I go deeper in the woods Boiling miseries Mixed with wonders of the night Bad wishes towards the living world Living beyond the gates of the forest Whispers.. They echo in my head Whispers of the dead Spoken with mouths of witches Recipe for new season How to hide from the light.. How to hide from the sun.. They are eyes So black They are eyes So pale It's the same now When the night has risen Boiling cauldrons Smokes over the wood Curses climb up the trees To join the raven wings To be spread worldwide Over the land! Recipe of some awful things Recipe of some wonderfully smelling herbs Recipe of some true feelings That still dwell the land of the dead Boiling blood Boiling tears Boiling anger Mixed with fears The ghosts rise They will spin around Watching trees And hidden eyes within Pale and black All is hidden in the dark!