Deep Rooted Black Magick
Hey
I've been looking for a long time now
Searching for answers, pursuing the hunted
Endless pages of stories untold
Unknown entities that we have been looking for
Can't explain the things that do not exist
When something is impossible, how are we supposed to resist?
Discovering mysteries of the past
Ashes to ashes and now there's no looking back
Hidden marvels lay in front of your eyes
Destroy the barriers the truth has been there the whole time
What you see is what you get
Leaves grow on trees and fire is red
But there exists a new leaf of a book
And there is fire that burns cold and burns blue instead
I've been looking for a long time now
Searching for answers, pursuing the hunted
Three houses stood alone in the grass
One of sticks, one of stone, one of straw
What if the wolf could blow down the stone walls
That was impossible the pigs thought
The wolf huffed and he puffed and he drew a big breath
Then he sharpened his teeth and howled to the wind
The pigs could not believe their beady little eyes
Now their skulls hang up high
What you see is what you get
Leaves grow on trees and fire is red
But there exists a new leaf of a book
And there is fire that burns cold and burns blue instead
What you see is what you get
Leaves grow on trees and fire is red
I've been looking for a long time now
Searching for answers, pursuing the hunted
Endless pages of stories untold
Unknown entities that we have been looking for
Can't explain the things that do not exist
When something is impossible, how are we supposed to resist?
Discovering mysteries of the past
Ashes to ashes and now there's no looking back
Hidden marvels lay in front of your eyes
Destroy the barriers the truth has been there the whole time
What you see is what you get
Leaves grow on trees and fire is red
But there exists a new leaf of a book
And there is fire that burns cold and burns blue instead
I've been looking for a long time now
Searching for answers, pursuing the hunted
Three houses stood alone in the grass
One of sticks, one of stone, one of straw
What if the wolf could blow down the stone walls
That was impossible the pigs thought
The wolf huffed and he puffed and he drew a big breath
Then he sharpened his teeth and howled to the wind
The pigs could not believe their beady little eyes
Now their skulls hang up high
What you see is what you get
Leaves grow on trees and fire is red
But there exists a new leaf of a book
And there is fire that burns cold and burns blue instead
What you see is what you get
Leaves grow on trees and fire is red
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Writer(s): Sabrina Beever
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