Much time ago in the downcast years Amidst the native valleys In the shrouds of Night being clad The gigantic castle In its strict grandeur stood for ages With shining gold and diamonds Its portal was decorated Where ringing in its Throne Hall The echoes of the world And swarms of visions were fluttering in there. But evil Ghosts in dark attires Swept high and low through the land of Pride. And purple horror - the mark of Plague Branded the merchant and the tramp. The Court fell down silent And stopped the festive gathering, They saw the Mask of Death With sticking the fangs of blood. The horror's ruling everything: All hearts are gripping with fear. The Court are leaving the castle Which is inhabited By dark misfortunes. A laughter is now heard, The ominous laughter Is following the Court You sowing death around, You sowing fear. That's the verdict - All turned into dust. There are sprouting around the seeds of Death. The struggle is now of no use With the sickle in hands the Plague Is cutting the Ear's of life. The candle's flame Is trembling in agony The whole world will sink In the sinister night. The Scarlet flower Will soon die away The purple colours Will paint the east The guest wrapped out in the shroud of night With the striking of the ancient clock Is completing his exchange: Life for the secrets of Dreams Life is up. But dreams remain. The plague's installed on the Throne. Only the dead hush prevails. Only the emptiness is seen. A bloody Down is burning wide. Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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