Текст песни Stormwitch - Flour In The Wind
Stormwitch - Flour In The Wind слова песни
Cold misty winter, late afternoonThe time is short, is running lowOn the river`s surface, appears a millIt sunk a long, long time agoThe old, lame miller goes ashoreI know what he`s searching forDeath, pain,agonyFamin is spread all through the landDeath, pain,agonyThe white fog is carried by the airPale, bony fingers search through the fieldsThey scratch out nourishing seedThe wicked miller fills his bagsWith all the stolen winter wheatHe grinds the corn and flour fills the airFlour turns to fog bringing hunger and dispairDeath, pain,agony....Everytime when this fog appearsThere`ll be no harvest only hunger and tearsDeath, pain, agony....