The demon was bound and overthrown From the royal throne. For her disease, all the disasters, She has drawn.
And through centuries of peace Blood did not pour. And the odour of distress We have forgot.
A heavy cost I've paid for quietness. And the worst had passed me by, I guessed… But soon will come the day, day of pain. How then shall I stay!
You should loose all the ghosts, All your slumbering demons, To confess th'awful creature within. You should tear off the palls From your mirrors And see the pallid face of the Dark Queen!
The demon is near, so near that I could Feel her pernicious breath. Whispers, I hear, deny that my soul Could be set free.
O, whenever shall I escape From sanity? No more I can endure Her being near!
A heavy cost I've paid for quietness. And the worst had passed me by, I guessed… But soon will come the day, day of pain. How then shall I stay!
You should loose all the ghosts, All your slumbering demons, To confess th'aweful creature within. You should tear off the palls From your mirrors And see the pallid face of the Dark Queen!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
