I feel sick that cold breeze is hurting me Black old trees around me are scaring me The night is queen mistery things are moving with that evil wind State of fear is driving me to insanity
Bourning clouds gravely sounds will-o’-the-wisp I see shadows that lay over me
Damn my feet are sinking in the smoking marshy ground A floating light is shining through the underground Doubtful consequences causing grief of black misfortune big black wings of an owl approach to meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
