The Horla - Angel Witch

Misfortunate ending here for us

Turns our happiness into dust

Invisible heir of the unknown

Some misfortune to unfold

In this state I feel it’s getting worse

Within this agony, within this curse

Dead perhaps

The Horla

After man

The Horla

Profound this mystery, invisible

All my senses cannot perceive

So near, too far to believe

A cold shadow passes through me

As I wait for approaching death

Now there is no saving breath

Dead perhaps

The Horla

After man

The Horla