A rotten sun
Hides behind the clouds
In the old moor
Where she sings the requiem
The gray clouds bury the sky
Depths of freezing chill
The broken sprigs under her feet
She shelters fear in her eyes
A rotten sun
Hides behind the clouds
In the old moor
Where she sings a requiem
Through the fields of thistle
Passing all alone that cold morning, morning
She's conjuring and charming
In the cycle of fire
A rotten sun
Hides behind the clouds
In the old moor
Where she sings the requiem, ohh, yeah
A day when desire comes with her god
As she wallows in the moonlight, sleeps by fire
Cruel, cruel, cold be the gods
Cruel, cruel, cold be the gods
[Incomprehensible]
She's conjuring and charming
In the cycle
Cruel, cruel, cold be the gods
Cruel, cruel, cold be the gods
The gray clouds bury the sky
Depths of freezing chill
The broken sprigs under her feet
She shelters fear in her eyes
Through the fields of thistle
A rotten sun, hides behind the clouds
In the old moor
Where she sings the requiem
Come on in, come see
She wallows in the moonlight
Winter, winter, winter
Winter, winter, winter
Fire, fire, fire, fire