Testo Dancing With Witches (Wintersun)

Feels like dancing with witches
Reflecting the wintersun
I wait for the dawn to come

Feels like dancing with witches
Reflecting the wintersun
Wait for the night to come
Cherish old December wounds
Drifting far away where I wanna stay
Under a pale November moon
All shining fades away and a silver taste remains

I build a fragile house of cards
And I call it house of rising hopes
A nearly perfect future
Like a puppet on a velvet string