Besedila:
Yearning Elegy Of Blood

last mourning beam Across the hillside Dark moors lay cold And quiet this night Blackbirds crying As freezing moon lays cruel deathly beams Through your minds eye Elegy

last mourning beam Across the hillside Dark moors lay cold And quiet this night Blackbirds crying As freezing moon lays cruel deathly beams Through your minds eye Elegy