- signum C如此說 (feat. Bruce Ku裡CK) 歌詞 Dreams in the Witch House Bruce Kulick
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- Bruce Kulick signum C如此說 (feat. Bruce Ku裡CK) 歌詞
- Dreams in the Witch House Bruce Kulick
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The old witch had become so real to him, father,
I was afraid she might appear to me.
It got worse as May Eve approached,
and our superstitious neighbors worried about Walter's strange behavior.
He was sleepwalking, and there were screams at night,
and that strange light that glowed from beneath his door.
You saw a light?
Not just me.
We all saw it… a weird violet color.
In nomine patris, et filii, et spiritus sancti
Throughout the ages
Virtuous sages
Spoke of a violet light
Waxing primeval
Causing upheaval
Come every Walpurgis Night
Our neighbor, Desrochers, woke me.
He had heard stranger than usual thumping coming from Walter's room up above.
I lit a candle, and we climbed the stairs following the eerie noises.
We found Mr. Mazurewicz already listening outside Walter's door.
In nomine patris, et filii, et spiritus sancti!
Cracks 'round his doorway
Fatefully glowing
Dreadful footsteps amplify
Ominous talkin'
Somnolent walkin'
There is a Devil inside
My God!
There was something…
a presence not of this world on the other side of that door , Father.
We didn't know what to do!
Mazurewicz handed me a crucifix and prayed the rosary.
His hands were shaking.
Desrochers peeked through the keyhole
and it was as if that strange violet light had burned his eye,
for he fell back in utter terror!
Did you enter the room, my son?
Yes.
By the power of God…
…thrust into hell Satan and all evil spirits
who wander through the world for the ruin of…
Souls!
A thing inside his room, we all saw it!
A hideous creature like a huge rat, but with the face of a man.
Walter's nightmares had somehow become real!
Mankind fails to see the truth
Your faith poorly misconceived
Dare you step into the violet light
You'll see that you've been deceived
Then it vanished into the wall.
Mazurewicz said the creature was Brown Jenkin, the Witch's familiar.
Can such things be, Father?
The Devil assumes many shapes, my son.
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