Текст песни Moaning Wind - Torn by the Wind

The fog is rising and the wind is blowing cold
as the old lady is walking down the road
From her feet the ice is spreading
and from her teeth, dripping blood
The raven on her shoulder is howling with laughter

Why be forgiven of her? You haven't sinned
No use to satisfy yourself
when you know your're going to die

Centurys. through ages her ghost will forever wonder
A restless soul that will be like thunder
She's the reaper, you're the harvest
You'll be the light of her moon
She'll be satisfied as you scream
Your blood will be your doom

A cape so black, torn by the wind
the skinny hand towards you
the grinning face smiles at you
as you turn blind