Flight of the Lambs
Lyrics
When must the old trolls
Reveal their true goals
They hunt until dawn
To slay the white fawn
In this era they find another way
Flight of the lambs afraid to stay
When the warlocks come
They never stay long
If you look into their eyes
You’ll meet your demise
In the night they’ll turn your head to stone
Feel the fever rise as the seeds are sown
See the flight, of the lambs, and the stares, of the damned
Scars from brawls, red and torn, fleeing thoughts, manic turn
In the witching hour they steal their prey
Leaving to the trolls a dusty grave
In the night they fly away
Flight of the lambs on a dusky day
When the witch is around
You will be spellbound
Quicksand on the ground
You will never be found
Innocence leaves the young and clean
Their purest souls are soaked with kerosene
Embers through the air are rarely seen
Glister of the sweet no longer gleans