Purple painted sky
Enchantment of the extinguishing light
The thing which scorched the day
The enchantress is too meek to get up
The enchantress is half burnt
The enchantress can't move
Weary of ages, misery of millions of millennia
The salty waters soar, singing under a spell!
The enchantress has has masters
Magic creates
It floods the deserts
It droughts the greens
It blames the man
It blames the sun
It famines the children
It blames the man
It send whirls from it's womb
It gobbles up the destitute
Enchantress has steel and concrete, fields passed, cattle orphaned
Enchantress takes slow poison, man serves.
Every evening, the purple calls Enchantress
Throw the ungrateful ones topsy-turvy
Drown your illegitimate sons, who rob you of your beauty
I'll send floods, I'll piece up the concrete jungles
I'll punish those greed stricken charmers.
You are clogged, you are cluttered
Malthus remembered!
Enchantress backs, horizon is illusion.
Sky will never be blue. Haze.haze
More haze.
Purple calls again
Turns red
Turns dark
sets
Call toward the horizon persists
Beyond the the dark, beyond weary.
Charred, suffocated.
Enchantress, the sufferer.
