Sleeping with the dead Your tears have caressed Appeased and composed The portrait of the tyrant Your malignant as a woman could be
Chorus: Drowning deep ! Drowning fast ! Where no one can last ... dust to dust
When the sun gave place To the rising moon The nocturnal insect hummed Her direful orisons As a thunder shook the ground Evil was what they preasaged
Chorus : Drowning deep ! Drowning fast ! Where no one can Last ! ... dust to dust !
Seized the talismans In the entrails of the earth Felt the sansar The icy wind of death
Thus marched she Amidst the acclamations Of all malignant spirits Claiming what was hers
All she would take All she would take
With her to the grave !
Eblis : " Princess, whose crimes, And knowledge merited A conspicuous rank Thou dost well
To avail thyself Of the leisure that remains For the flames are there To seize on thy heart "
Right hand upon her breast The agony that followed Violently repossessed The intrepid heart
A rapid whirl that took her Incessantly it span Out of sight Till the end of time !Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
