Bewitcher - Mystifier (White Night City)

Born of the frozen wastes
Peasant with an arctic gaze
Blessed with such piety
Blighted by the gift of prophecy
Clairvoyant, seer beyond
Through the wilds on and on
Siberian lupine appetite grows as the gates fall into sight

Dark forces rise as the scythe descends
Gold spires reflect the coming fires in the

White night city
It'll be a hot time in the town tonight
Lurker in the palace
Holy fool, mystifier
Mourning wind, songs of sorrow
Our mother is bleeding
Guide the hand that stabs hеr heart
Holy devil, mystifier

Sеt a place beside the throne
Oh, sisters of the crow
Sin be the path to salvation
Be not afraid of damnation
Warnings of the coming storm
Silenced by the waters of Neva
Infinite misery
Crumbling of the dynasty

Dark forces rise as the scythe descends
Gold spires reflect the coming fires in the

White night city
It'll be a hot time in the town tonight
Lurker in the palace
Holy fool, mystifier
Mourning wind, songs of sorrow
Our mother is bleeding
Guide the hand that stabs her heart
Holy devil, mystifier

Dark forces rise as the scythe descends
Gold spires reflect the coming fires in the

White night city
It'll be a hot time in the town tonight
Lurker in the palace
Holy fool, mystifier
Mourning wind, songs of sorrow
Our mother is bleeding
Guide the hand that stabs her heart
Holy devil, mystifier