LATA MANGESHKAR, MOH. RAFI - Raat Rangeeli lyrics

From the bottom of the pit

of nightmares she will come

From the dungeons of insanity

to haunt the wicked mind

A crooked finger points,

a spell is cast, words can kill

A weaver of the web of tears,

a daughter of the dark

Oh, the moon is so cold

See the grace of her presence

Giving you the poisoned apple,

beauty or beast

Dancing naked in the rain

with eyes that cannot see

Calling demons that have not spoken

in a thousand years

Old sad eyes of wisdom tell of dreams

we can't reach

When the moon is so cold

When the air breathes of evil

And the black skies will burn

See her shadow is rising

The dying illusion

The loss of a friend

The dying illusion

Please come back again

The hideous smile of the devils

child will tease you tà‚® believe

A forbidding shape witch or virgin -

over a sinister moon

Fatal grace that blinds and binds,

assaults and astounds

From the cradle of eternity

to the fears of modern man