May the gods above have mercy
on the man who knows to much,
he's got wadding in his head,
thoughts so muffled and so numb.
Children pray and children wander,
in the churchyard they play dice,
in the woods they find a wonder,
they see magic in red skies

And every raven is an omen,
Under every sage a coven,
Oh dear sweet, devoted lovers,
mother nature says it's over.
You've received the curse of knowledge,
Sometimes ignorance's a blessing:
Unforgivable yet tender
Is this mistic haze descending.