Bewitcher

Sign Of The Wolf – Bewitcher Lyrics Letra: A lone soul at night sits and bays at the Moon Though sometimes a man, it’s a pentagram Shotgun blasts as he runs through the wind But he just can’t win, it’s a pentagram Now I don’t know how but it’s happening …

Mystifier (White Night City) Lyrics Born of the frozen wastes, peasant with an arctic gaze Blessed with such piety, blighted by the gift of prophecy Clairvoyant, seer beyond Through the wilds on and on Siberian lupine appetite grows as the gates fall into sight Dark forces rise as the scythe descends Gold spires, reflect the …