The nightmare about which we never speak, Everyone in the sleep or the wakefulness have seen this woman. The one who painted pale and cold aura, Beyond the dark veil she watches and stalk us Waiting to incarnate, the orb, the essence, she watches us Pale and cold aura, beyond the dark veil, she watches us, stalk us. Blood swirling in the purple neck that hangs from the ceiling Cries from the stillborn. Rotten flesh joining the ground It crosses the souls of the weakest Almost beastly, they become animals What a horrible night to have a curse
Fine and immeasurable purple mist drowns me Fine and immeasurable purple mist drowns me She seems sad and afflicted The eye of the great raven saw us Remind us the one who built the necropolis In each dead hour I have tried to get away from her. Nobody has return, of the fog no one can leave We can only wander and get lost in it In the mist all the stars die Unknown the strange guest who lives in our souls. Nobody has return, of the fog no one can leave We can only wander and get lost in it In the mist all the stars die Unknown the strange guest who lives in our souls.
My heart now lives in the shadows The eyes are closed, the ears ignore and the voices are quiet in the ground that loves Silence "Cernis qua vivis, qua moriere latet" "Cernis qua vivis, qua moriere latet" "Cernis qua vivis, qua moriere latet" All the stars die.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
