Strange Rituals Lyrics

Have you ever wondered,
about the bitter doors to mortality.
These nights alone.
These nights without laughter.
She fears him.. She looses him
in these downward years.
No touching ... no sees
like a taste of bitter bark.

No magick in nearness
and lesser of brightness.
just constitution
of an evil silence.
Seven days a week
are seven days too long.
In a misty cold,
where everything goes wrong.

I came as a stranger to this town
and after all of these years
you still look at me as a stranger
no matter what it costs.
No magick in nearness...