The Horla (Angel Witch)

Misfortunate ending here for us Turns our happiness into dust Invisible heir of the unknown Some misfortune to unfold In this state I feel it's getting worse Within this agony, within this curse Dead perhaps, The Horla After man, The Horla Profound this mystery, invisible All my senses cannot perceive So near, too far to believe A cold shadow passes through me As I wait for approaching death Now there is no saving breath Dead perhaps, The Horla After man, The Horla