I've been awake in this house She's vanished... Like a phantasm The desperation is the mistress of my thoughts
Slave of this house Slave of this nightmare All seems to be so alive and macabre Also my tears seem to live When are falling on my face
The moon is covered from obscure clouds But I can see... Like the eyes of a bat Darkness wrap me in this silence Into obscurity of this room
I open the door... Walk in the passage And I take the crucifix in my hand Rooms... Stairs... And silence... Around me!! Perhaps... I'm alone... And I can´t escape From this mournful place
All is closed... Doors and windows I'm condemned to wait her return I shall come back in my room
I hear someone open the door She enters with sirene mien To say me "Good night" but before she comes out... She looks at my crucifix... And she says: "The people of Transylvania Don't believe in this forms Of faith and idolatry" Remove your crucifix !"
I feel an asphyxiating sensation of fear Now I know of the danger I can't escape from the doors But only from the window of my roomTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
