Paul Pedana - Devil's Morels testo lyric

TESTO

I was walking through the forest,
Looking for some good morels,
Looking for some good morels,
Looking for some good morels.

I was walking through the forest,
Looking for some good morels,
And I wished I had a third eye in my head.

Too many wild plants, Too wet the ground,
And I have mud from my boots to my eyes.

There’s a bar down in the valley,
I go there to drink a beer
I go there to drink a beer
I go there to drink a beer.

There’s a bar down in the valley, And I go there to drink a beer,
And also a big jar of golden rye.

Fat John the Barfolk,
So rough and wry,
Drops of sweat are falling from the sky.

Greet the day in solitude,
I go back into the woods,
I go back into the woods,
I go back into the woods.
Greet the day in solitude, And I go back into the woods, Ravens cawing in the morning’s brood.

There's a cave door veiled in mist,
Where the echoes dance and fate is twisted.
Cracking footsteps on the leaves,
Light is turning into dark,
And I’m getting far from home
And I’m getting close to hell.

Voices calling, echo slow,
Can't escape, no way to shun,
The final door's hush, to the undertow.

Fire , Flames sorrow and pain
Cauldrons of souls are burned alive
And Screaming loud melting in e-ter-nal fire

I was walking through the forest,
Looking for some good morels,
Looking for some good morels,
Looking for some good morels.
I was walking through the forest,
Looking for some good morels,
And I wished I had a third eye in my head.

Too many wild plants, Too wet the ground,
And I have mud from my boots to my eyes.

There’s a bar down in the valley,
I go there to drink a beer,
I go there to drink a beer,
I go there to drink a beer.

There’s a bar down in the valley, And I go there to drink a beer,
And also a big jar of golden rye.

Fat John the Barfolk, So rough and wry,
Drops of sweat are falling from the sky

Greet the day in solitude,
I go back into the woods,
I go back into the woods,
I go back into the woods.
Greet the day in solitude, And I go back into the woods,
Ravens cawing in the morning’s brood.

There's a cave door veiled in mist
But nothing grows in there I go ahead.