Deveraux witches take to aire.
Behind them flowing long dark hair.
Long pale robes of shimmering black.
All are silent, waiting to attack.
Creatures of the night, dark and untamed.
On each lip, is a name.
"Co'lore" the named layed, on every tung.
Now the hunt, has begun.
Climbing ever higher and higher.
Each witches eyes, burning with fire
Lay ye head down, rest, oh child.
One so restless. tough, and wild.
Darkness comes, and silence follows.
Every sound is quickly swallowed.
Rest now child, for this night will be thys last.
For your time on earth has past.
Close thys lips, and thys eyes.
When they do not open it will mean surprise.
For it is your time, to leave this place.
The world will never again, see your face.
Child who, so cruelly dicieved.
It has come time for you to leave.
In thys sleep it will come.
Then your life will be done.
You awake in a place so new.
And you realize, your life is through.
A place so beautiful can not exist.
You are dreaming, I must insist.
You lie down and sleep some more.
Then go look for an open door.
You are confused,I can tell.
That you are, not feeling well.
Listen to me, dear sweet child.
You have been exiled.
To this place, of cruel beauty.
This is all, you'll ever see.