The Dying Illusion Lyrics - Chapter Vi - Candlemass

From the bottom of the pit of nightmares she will come 

from the dungeons of insanity to haunt the wicked mind 

A crooked finger points, a spell is cast, words can kill 

a weaver of the web of tears, a daughter of the dark 

Oh, the moon is so cold 

see the grace of her presence 

Giving you the poisoned apple, beauty or beast 

dancing naked in the rain with eyes that cannot see 

Calling demons that have not spoken ina thousand years 

old sad eyes of wisdom tell of dreams we can't reach 

When the moon is so cold 

when the air breathes of evil 

And the black skies will burn 

see her shadow is rising 

The dying illusion 

the loss of a friend 

The dying illusion 

please come back again 

The hideous smile of the devils child will tease you to believe 

a forbidding shape witch or virgin - over a sinister moon 

Fatal grace that blinds and binds, assaults and astounds 

from the cradle of eternity to the fears of modern man 

When the moon is so cold 

when the air breathes of evil 

and the black skies will burn 

see her shadow is rising 

The dying illusion 

the loss of a friend 

The dying illusion 

please come back again