The Chant Lyrics

Cold autumn rain

The fog over fields

In the place only I know

Consciousness in agony

The toughts about tall oaks

The toughts about the mounts covered by snow

And the crystal dust falling from the sky

Chant of the toads

Spinning moonlight

Over their song

And he saw black swan

Spinning stars over sky

And the smiling face of the moon

And the dawn over the moor

Sorcerers of the doom

I see them casting spells

Over the moors

Turning blaze into dark ashes

I hear the chant of the toads

Never been so beauty

Piercing laments echoes of agony

Within my ears