it was a crack, it was a fissure running down the facade the vacant eye-like windows reflecting agony inside an unredeemed dreariness of thought and sensation the hideous dropping off of the veil
Not hear it? yes, I hear it! Yes, I have heard it! long, long many minutes hours and days I dared not speak- I dared not miserable wretch that I am we have put her living in the tomb!
Madeline- do I hear her footstep on the stair Madeline- do I hear the beating of her heart Madeline, Madeline O whither shall I fly?
blood red moon show me the fissure splitting the house of Usher in two
blood red moon just enough light to show the tarn swallow it wholeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
