And yet, few have paused to wonder What could make a man such a lie, This wanderer, this seeker of mystery Turn his face back in to the wind His long and lonely footsteps trace In yearning for this familiar place
For these is a shadow behind his gaze Darkness where there once was light The scar of some grim and terrible sight Homble and secret thoughts That scarcely can he bare to remember Hold within aching breast forever
For in the distant, darkened places Rabid dogs and rodent swarms conquer The city streets of mud and mire And more are dead than living Lost children scream in the cold night The Winter snow falls without respite
And all who live are soon to die The Doctors of black shroud and beaked face Soldiers and servants, the sinners and chaste The miasma lingers, the evil air Permeates every alley, every house, every room He fled, never knowing he could not escape his doomTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
