The Graeae Lyrics

When a little child is growing
She thinks she is immortal
But each time becomes more painful until finally her soul is broken

No matter how strong was her desire
Reaching the Holy Light of her Lord
Her world will burn like a moth in a candle flame

Yet she will be the one to inhale the dying smoke
And she will step aside
Before a new desire
In darkness that holds
Nothing more terrible

Than what she will become
The witch of the worlds
The wolf of the woods

The snow will fall
From the summer skies
And frozen lakes
Will breathe fires

Fresh as the breeze of mist
Rising from the twilight fields
She will fly again

A naked flame burning free
She is a typhoon unleashed
Riding a thousand-headed beast
The abyss below a storming sea

A serum born of venoms and poisons
The antibody of the universes

The witch of the worlds
The wolf of the wood