Slaves of my very thoughts Thee who wakes me unknown... Lame soul, weeds of thine eyes Make me feel once again Ecstatic spasm Blaze of my forlorn joy
May them burn, may them mourn Those heavenly doors May dew glisten blooms Of thine mastery Let me bowed kiss Elysium To see no more day nor night
Oh, Lord, behold! What Thou made of her Cold winds, darkness, frost... May thy grace scorch me sinful Cursed to be my life and dream...
Her bosoms void my tomb shall be Receiving me may she feel the pain Caressing her face I fell to earth And tear of hers I have becomeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
