The Dreams In The Witch-house

Now that the skyline is of crimson colour And the moon is up in the sky I sense them I sense them calling for me Ill omens in the air I must not move, but my feet, they take me there I feel the pull to the skies Insane howls Morbid melodies Pagan fires burn The earth starts to turn Sanity, my sacrifice for knowledge beyond belief Dreams in the witch-house The dreams in the witch-house My fate is clear No! No! The memories are coming back Now it's all too clear to me Yes! Yes! This is it! Yes! This Is It