He came up to the window , in the mist As I seem him often before But it was solid then, not a ghost And it's eyes where fears Like a mans when angry He was laughing When he turned to look back of the built of trees Clinching in the moonlight Toward those where barking And then, he began promising me thing Not by words, but by doing them Have you seen at all full din of hellishing for me Where the very moonlight alive Will Chris Lee ships And every speck of dust that worlds in the wind A devoted monster in embryo Listen to them, the children of the night What music they makeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
