Dark Waters (Bloody MIX) Lyrics

In the shadowed forest, far from prying eyes

Where leaves whisper secrets and the night weaves its ties

There lies a hidden pond beneath the moon's pale gleam

Where witches gather round to live their darkest dream

Bottomless eye, deep and cold, never ending

In the heart of the woods, where spirits are blending

Witches can be at the stroke of midnight

To chant and to dance under the moon's eerie light

The old folks whisper with fear in their gaze

Of spells and enchantments in the forest's dark maze

A pond so cursed, it makes the brave shiver

Where shadows loom large and dark waters quiver

Bottomless eye, deep and cold, never ending

In the heart of the woods, where spirits are blending

Witches can be at the stroke of midnight

To chant and to dance under the moon's eerie light

They say a pregnant woman who dares to take a dip

Will lose her unborn child as the waters grip

Witches cast their spells in rituals so old

Around the cursed pond, their secrets unfold

Bottomless eye, deep and cold, never ending

In the heart of the woods, where spirits are blending

Witches can be at the stroke of midnight

To chant and to dance under the moon's eerie light

A few times a year, when the night is just right

They gather together, hidden from sight

Chanting their incantations with voices so shrill

Around the endless pond, where time stands still

Bottomless eye, deep and cold, never ending

In the heart of the woods, where spirits are blending

Witches can be at the stroke of midnight

To chant and to dance under the moon's eerie light

In the haunted forest, where shadows entwine

Lies a pond of darkness, an ancient sign

Its depths are unknown, its secrets well-cared

Where witches and spirits in silence have slept

The bottomless eye, deep and cold, never ending

In the heart of the woods, where spirits are blending

Witches can be at the stroke of midnight

To chant and to dance under the moon's eerie light

In the haunted forest, where shadows entwine

Lies a pond of darkness, an ancient sign

Its depths are unknown, its secrets well-cared

Where witches and spirits in silence have slept

The bottomless eye, deep and cold, never ending

In the heart of the woods, where spirits are blending

Witches can be at the stroke of midnight

To chant and to dance under the moon's eerie light