Bare feet were breaking branches Lucid eyes were staring at sky The witch of the forest was moving slowly Calling the big furry lynx
Beautiful lips were trembling slightly Hands were drawing a wonderful pattern Steps of the lynx were quite and peaceful Lynx continued her permanent patrol
The witch is running through the night The witch is drowning in despair Her grief is touchable and bright Her eyes are mad Her heart is bare
Her speed got higher She's just like the storm The lynx is her guard Careful and warm
She stoped at the lake And touched the clean shore And then raised her arms to the moon Looked so sore Grabbing her hair Breaking the dress Witch rushed to dark Sheer emptiness
Beautiful lips were trembling slightly Hands were drawing a wonderful pattern Steps of the lynx were quite and peaceful Lynx continued her permanent patrol