Ritual The Groke
A freezing white mist hangs around her silhouette
The leafage trembles as the garden holds its breath
In the cold night she is gliding towards the light
That cold empty gaze in her face it is not all right
She strides up to the window
The lamplight falls on her face
Her sudden appearance shatters the atmosphere
Indifference beyond comprehension causes fear
We are scared little creatures, we hide from her strange eyes,
Fearing her great loneliness will taint our lives
She strides up to the window
The lamplight falls on her face
Why is she so cold and lonely?
No one really knows, she only
Makes me feel uneasy
She strides up to the window
The lamplight falls on her face
She backs off from the window
She floats back into the night
