Enchanting mights overhelming me with skin pale as fiery snow and eyes dark as night... My growing heart-bleeding...
I craft her spell A rising fountains of lust One more staring glance and my favour will never rust!
I am armed to suffer with quietness of spirit Soft stillness with the touch of night's sweet harmony She seeks my life Her love drops a gentle rain from heaven A day when the sun is did Give me light, give light by these blessed candles of the night The night methinks is the daylight sickTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.