I dreamt that I worshiped the wind
Four spouts rushed at me
And I reached forth my arms towards them
Bewitching sounds rang from under the ground
And demons and witches whispered me that
I would never wake up
I dreamt that I worshiped the wind
Four spouts rushed at me
And I reached forth my arms towards them
Bewitching sounds rang from under the ground
And demons and witches whispered me that
I would never wake up