Spellbound

Sweet mother, I have something to tell you
Dark angel, I am vexed and I need you now
The tide is turning
The Moon is turning red
It's so discerning, my need to call the dead
I stand before your gates, of the underworld
Spellbound on my own fate, as I face this world
How soon we see, her cradle of Death
How soon we reap, our final breath
Oh, Holy Crone, the illusion breaks for thee grandmother spider
You make the bridge to see
I seek your fire, kissing darkness through the maze
I seek thy hour, silver chord leads the way
I stand before your gates, of the underworld
Spellbound on my own fate, as I face this world
How soon we see, her cradle of Death
How soon we reap, our final breath



Credits
Writer(s): Bryan Alan Hughes, Roderick Ewen Cameron Mcmanus, Nicky Prigioniero
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