Stormwitch Flour In The Wind

Cold misty winter, late afternoon

The time is short, is running low

On the rivers surface, appears a mill

It sunk a long, long time ago



The old, lame miller goes ashore

I know what hes searching for



Death, pain,agony

Famin is spread all through the land

Death, pain,agony

The white fog is carried by the air



Pale, bony fingers search through the fields

They scratch out nourishing seed

The wicked miller fills his bags

With all the stolen winter wheat



He grinds the corn and flour fills the air

Flour turns to fog bringing hunger and dispair



Death, pain,agony....



Everytime when this fog appears

Therell be no harvest only hunger and tears



Death, pain, agony....


[ Flour In The Wind Lyrics ]