Like wolves or bats through forests or highs or fragmented into rats causing laugh and fright
Ours are the late hours. Ours are the dark powers By a gaze of ours any mortal cowers
In the shape of beast with enhanced mighty or in the cloak of mist in the ether of night
Ours are the late hours. Ours are the dark powers By a kiss of ours the blood of mortals showers
Cold and pale is our face, white as moonlight, but tide is our embrace and sharp is our bite
Old yet preserved in eternal youth, cold yet how easily do we seduce, bold through absence is our pulse those too in the neck are points of no coming back
Ours are the late hours. Ours are the dark powers Among the withering flowers rise our ivory flowersTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
