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Flour In The Wind - 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 dispaire
Death
Pain agony
Famin' is spread all through the land
Death
Pain agony
The white fog is carried by the air
And everytime when this fog appears
There'll be no harvest only hunger and tears
Death
Pain agony
Famin' is spread all through the land
Death
Pain agony
The white fog is carried by the air