Witchwood of the Lost Children - Mädchenmetal Edition [English Version]

[Verse 1] Deep within the cold, dark firs whispers coil in foreign curse Windows bleed with candlelight yet no child escapes that sight [Pre-Chorus] Breadcrumbs in the soaking moss every step a silent jolt Fairy tales turn flesh and bone no one finds their way back home [Chorus] Witchy, witchy, soft you cry through the frozen, pitch-black pine cook up stories, cook up skin in the pot of children’s din Witchy, witchy, what a feast for the hunger in your breast Fairy tales devour the real in their pretty, cruel appeal [Verse 2] Houses built from ash and bone shuttered windows carved from stone Dolls that dangle from the beams no one knows from where thanks stream [Pre-Chorus] Golden shoes and icy gaze every smile a crooked game Lullaby at dead of night turns into a scream of fright [Chorus] Witchy, witchy, soft you cry through the frozen, pitch-black pine cook up stories, cook up skin in the pot of children’s din Witchy, witchy, what a feast for the hunger in your breast Fairy tales devour the real in their pretty, cruel appeal [Bridge] And the world outside our door looks like sugar, sweet and pure Yet the streets are packed with fire and our tales drink blood entire Wolves are wearing tailored suits laughing through the channel flutes We are children on the way down the same old bridge each day [Chorus] Witchy, witchy, soft you cry through the frozen, pitch-black pine cook up stories, cook up skin in the pot of children’s din Witchy, witchy, what a feast for the hunger in your breast Fairy tales devour the real in their pretty, cruel appeal [Outro] Deep inside each city’s heart grows a wood that claims its part Whoever trusts in dreams too long will be broken by the song Witch collects the fear that flies whispers, “Come, my child so kind” For the world in which we live loves the dark like its own child