Helpless - Witchcraft

Loneliest desert for many years

Touched and turn every grain of sadness

A helpless wondering hole

Come to think of I’m the only man

Oh all these spiders sucked from the ground

Can they tell me why

In this land the flowers can’t grow

They have withered and so have I

All dry footsteps of the ones we love

Fear will surround with misery

So you know what it means to kill

Never will they will heal