I´m not a myth
Feel my cold hand
Shall I come inside and talk?
You won´t forget
If you invite me to stay
Words shall not be left to say
Come by some nights
Watch a party of ghosts
In some other plane, invite me to play
Turn it away
No yearning for more
Take back my books, and dig no more
Black witches fly in brooms across the sky
Smile back at me and throw darts into my yard
Black witches fly in brooms across the sky
Smile back at me and throw bags into my yard
I don't dare to look inside
Maybe I've gone mad
Who is this man?
I don't want to know, or dig no more
Turn it away
No yearning for more
Take back my books, and dig no more
Black witches fly in brooms across the sky
Smile back at me and throw darts into my yard
Black witches fly in brooms across the sky
Smile back at me and throw bags into my yard
Rain won't fall
And you may not call
Should I speak today?
Rain won't fall
And you may not call
Should I speak today?
No, I don't dare

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