Pale Discretion - Witch's Tongue lyrics

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Creates of mind, a wound

Wounded by treachery

Repairing blackness only

Revenge holding motivity

On wings she'll deliver

All that you would hope to be

A fork tongue is whispering

A prize too gold

Gifts, they will whither

Loosing their lustery

A wanderer wears a lonely gun

Being where the witch's tongue

Speaking chants in rhyme

She shows you just what you want to see

Then she'll switch to rob you blind

Leaving you in misery

On wings she'll deliver

All that you would hope to be

A fork tongue is whispering

A prize too gold

Gifts, they will whither

Loosing their lustery

A wanderer wears a lonely gun

Being ware the witch's tongue