Follow me to the woods Through the dew fields and the bog I'll show you what I saw last November As autumn's curtains closed, something opened Something old No one seems to believe In the stories that I tell So I keep them to myself But you see shadows too, my friend My friend Something is watching us From behind An eye that cannot close Until the morning blind and burns We are her's We are her's In an evening gown of gray bloom Rose the witch, the bitch The wicked worm With one cold kiss from her black lips We froze We froze ♪ Something is watching us From behind An eye that cannot close Until the morning blinds and burns We are her's We are her's