Witches' Herbs Songtext
von Mournful Cries

Disintegration of mind and sanity
Slowing eroding my pride with endless misery
Losing focus on finding what life means to me
Reclused to nature in hopes of escaping suffering

The Witches Curse

Drags me in with a veil of sin and clouds of smoke
Appears before me what seems to be a mystic nymph
Drags me back to her lair
A dank haze lies within


Bottles of brews and viles of potions
Mysterious vases conjuring clouds of distortion
Enough hashes and oil to blaze the ocean
Throwing away the unpleasant emotion

I′ve watched the world and it's corrosion
The spell on earth remains unbroken
The sins of others stay unspoken
Only the chosen ones, she has awoken

Elevating my consciousness
I soar through the nimbus clouds
Leaving back my debts to society
Leaving back all my anxiety