Letra de Keziah Mason: the Old Crone

A nebulous blur which grew more to resemble a bent old figure, was now of fiendish distinctness
Like that of an ancient crone, bearing shapeless brown garments
Her swirling vapors hid everything!
An expression of hideous malevolence and inhuman exultation
A nameless panic clutches
Mocking with devilish gestures...
Beckoning and grimacing imperiously, the sardonic stare of that bent ancient figure in brown
Hers are the eyes of one who sees beyond this realm!
Inhabiting twilight abysses of the fourth dimension, fears mirrored further still within such ominous dreams!
Twisted with insane fury, wrinkled was her face!
A croaking voice that persuades and threatens all!
Evil and sardonic was her stare, seemingly unmotivated!
Wrinkled was her face...
Morbidity tittered mockingly, as paralysis of fear stifles all attempts to cry out!