Angel Witch The Horla
Misfortunate 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 Horla
After man,
The Horla
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 Horla
After man,
The Horla
