May the wind howl through the trees Let it grasp my yearning spirit May it be bitter, may it be cold Let it grasp my yearning spirit.
Away be the light, here darkness reigns Night be it long For in these nights my soul is free "Oh darkest of days I praise thee"
May the wind howl through the trees Let it grasp my yearning spirit May it be bitter, may it be cold Let it grasp my yearning spirit.
Away be the light, here darkness reigns "And dwelleth I do in shadows For darkness calls my name" Light be it faint
Nights be they long For in these nights my soul is free Transcend all reason and reach for the infinite These are the darkest of days A death of reason has come. Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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