Oh, how delightful life could be If I had told it all to thee The story of a young girl from than At the tenth night she will walk the land [Chorus
In a tragedy where two young souls dies you can't blame them constantly for their willing not to hide Embracing the night with a shadow of a star
of feelings and a scratching nail a compound of all things bad creak of a door and a choking brad the arcane flame still rising upon the night of
A shadow of a broken tree is resting on the ashen ground rotten flowers on my knee those that you had tossed around how long must i suffer this
