The Horla - Angel Witch
Miss fortunate ending here for us
Turns our happiness into dust
Invisible heir of the unknown
Some misfortune to unfold
In this state I feel it's getting worse
Within this agony within this curse
Dead perhaps
The hora
After man
The hora
Profound this mystery invisible
All my senses cannot perceive
So near too far to believe
A cold shadow passes through me
As I wait for approaching death
Now there is no saving breath
Dead perhaps
The hora
After man
The hora
Dead perhaps
The hora
After man
The hora
