Flour In The Wind Lyrics - Stormwitch

Cold misty winter, late afternoon 

The time is short, is running low 

On the river's surface, appears a mill 

It sunk a long, long time ago 

The old, lame miller goes ashore 

I know what he's searching for 

Death, pain,agony 

Famin is spread all through the land 

Death, pain,agony 

The white fog is carried by the air 

Pale, bony fingers search through the fields 

They scratch out nourishing seed 

The wicked miller fills his bags 

With all the stolen winter wheat 

He grinds the corn and flour fills the air 

Flour turns to fog bringing hunger and dispair 

Death, pain,agony.... 

Everytime when this fog appears 

There'll be no harvest only hunger and tears 

Death, pain, agony....