Ideas in terror possessed my mind, and a thrill of fear ran through me. For reality I wished to exchange ghastly images, I see them still. With closed shutters struggling moonlight, I opened my terror, and darkness I find On morrow, my story, I made a transcript of my waking dream When death and grief where nothing but words not a truth in my heart Perhaps our parts with vital warmth brought together endued with life Reborn!
Successive images that arose in my mind, the usual bounds of a reverie Successive words arose from my pen, unusual sounds you'll never believe.
Polluted by crimes and torn by remorse where can I find rest but in death? Sensation of horror not to be described these bloody years will never end. I proved a wet often confined, some ghost stories into my hands "I shall collect from funeral pyre this misery frame consumed to ashes its remains may afford no life" Sometimes seized - with agony he told his tale, he told to me.
Will my guiding spirit conducting to daemon allow the rest I so much desire?
"Cursed be the day, you first saw light, abhorred monster fiend that thou art!" "I am thy creature, make to me a bride Or I'll be there at your wedding's night."Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
