Paroles de Deadlights

Deadlights Grim is the call of the night The distant willow sleeps an eerie dream Sadness drinks the light of the moon from my eyes Blissful in the snowfall coming night A haunt in the trees In the pale evening breeze Still the dread Night lifts the eyelid of the dead A light smiles in the gallowtree Lone distance weeps Sang to the nightful Envy of life Far from darkening villages at night