I smell magic in the mist,
the mist that dresses these enchanting woods
hiding the enigma from those mundane eyes
I smell magic in the mist
that veils down
as the first star blooms in the purple sky
dressing the woods good girls are forbidden to go
yet she trodes the woods forbidden by night,
clad in a colour only Satan adores
I smell magic in the mist and mystery in the air.

- Burned Carmel