In the darkest places where the evil lives The things you perceive are often misconceived But if you could only see why I am still waiting Go ask the old man why in here we are grieving
Long gone before the light Reaches the season of the night When he says it's time to be sorry You follow him without complaining Welcome to the endless day In the season of dismay
At first sight he is frightful and scary Tall as an alder and empty as his own grave But if you could only see why I am still grieving Go ask the old man why in here we are all dead-livings
Should've change my ways before that November day But the untold came to me, and the old dead man took me away Even if you think you know why I am grieving The old man - he knows- after what we are all waiting
He comes from the Netherworld and knows how to open the gates And I got word that he likes to consult the Fates If you want to see why I am grieving Ask the undead old man permission for visiting
Long gone before the light Reaches the words you can't overwrite Do you really think you'd be safe...? If you find the keepsake and praise at the grave After dawn falls, when Morrigan calls There won't be...no crimson dream at all When he says it's time to be sorry You follow him without complaining And you walk, and you can't talk When you're stocked in Stowe Hollow in the dark Welcome to the endless day where everybody's insane Your evil bride still waits for you outside The well where the witch fell Without complaining but only trying to escape the dark rising Welcome to the endless day In the season of dismay