Ritual - The Groke Lyrics
A freezing white mist hangs around her silhouetteThe leafage trembles as the garden holds its breathIn the cold night she is gliding towards the lightThat cold empty gaze in her face it is not all rightShe strides up to the windowThe lamplight falls on her faceHer sudden appearance shatters the atmosphereIndifference beyond comprehension causes fearWe are scared little creatures, we hide from her strange eyes,Fearing her great loneliness will taint our livesShe strides up to the windowThe lamplight falls on her faceWhy is she so cold and lonely?No one really knows, she onlyMakes me feel uneasyShe strides up to the windowThe lamplight falls on her faceShe backs off from the windowShe floats back into the night