Cry, willows, weep my woods Old oaks and ashes by the tombs Misty eyes of clay-like grey On the road of one last day
Cart creaks The mournful black company slowly walks No smiles, no laughter No words talked
Rain drums the boards of the coffin You're tired and you want to go home Yet sorrow's strong, it hangs over you And alone you fear to rown
Grey skies, dark thoughts Death watches every single route No joy nor the dearest dreams Can here be brought
A black figure follows the burial company
He looks at you And his eyes hold all stars of the sky Lure you down into purple dreams You drown, embrace the sin The figure's closing in And coldness comes with him Your heart breaks into myriad sprinkles Peeking through your skin
For follower in black is death And love and death don't mix You love yourself to death, my child Before the bell strikes sixTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
