Over the midnight moorlands cry From the cypress forest sighing In the night wind madly flying Hellish forms with streaming hair
But the stream of time Swift, die and flowing Skies that now Now are dark were beaming Bold in my heart Mingle in a cloud of madness Sees the wicked death Death fires and fires shining
Once, I think I half remember From the grey skies of November All my youth aspiring ember Evil wings in either beating
But the stream of time Swift , die and flowing Skies that now Now are dark were beaming Bold in my heart Mingle in a cloud of madness Sees the wicked death Death fires and fires shiningTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
