In the darkest places where the evil lives
The things you perceive are often misconceived
But if you could only see why I am still waiting
Go ask the old man why in here we are grieving
Long gone before the light
Reaches the season of the night
When he says it’s time to be sorry
You follow him without complaining
Welcome to the endless day
In the season of dismay
At first sight he is frightful and scary
Tall as an alder and empty as his own grave
But if you could only see why I am still grieving
Go ask the old man why in here we are all dead-livings
Should’ve change my ways before that November day
But the untold came to me, and the old dead man took me
away
Even if you think you know why I am grieving
The old man - he knows- after what we are all waiting
He comes from the Netherworld and knows how to open the
gates
And I got word that he likes to consult the Fates
If you want to see why I am grieving
Ask the undead old man permission for visiting
Long gone before the light
Reaches the words you can’t overwrite
Do you really think you’d be safe…?
If you find the keepsake and praise at the grave
After dawn falls, when Morrigan calls
There won’t be…no crimson dream at all
When he says it’s time to be sorry
You follow him without complaining
And you walk, and you can’t talk
When you’re stocked in Stowe Hollow in the dark
Welcome to the endless day where everybody’s insane
Your evil bride still waits for you outside
The well where the witch fell
Without complaining but only trying to escape the dark
rising
Welcome to the endless day
In the season of dismay