1692 Acoustic from January 1692 by Mercibo

Early, in the morning
Tiny little footsteps
Dreams crushed, in the morning
We must keep walking

Bare feet, on the bloody road to gallow hill
Would you save my life too
Winter, January 1692
Would you save my life too
Voices rushing in the air return to dust
Would you save my life too
Brother as you tide my hands up at the stake
Save my life too, save my life too...

We are the daughters
Of the witches
You didn't burn

Bare feet, on the bloody road to gallow hill
Would you save my life too
Winter, January 1692
Would you save my life too
Voices rushing in the air return to dust
Save my life too
Brother as you tide my hands up at the stake
Save my life too, save my life too...

Save my life too
We are the daughters
Of the witches
Brother
Save my life too
Save my life too
Brother
Save my life too
Save my life too

Bare feet, on the bloody road to gallow hill
Save my life too, save my life too...
Winter, January 1692
Save my life too, save my life too...

We are the daughters
Of the witches

• Alternative
• Ambient
• Ballads
• dark ambient
• electronic
• triphop
• Paris