Frailty کے بول

The moonlight unfurls Over my widow still And to the glass it cries Of the bitter cold outside I seek the words and find myself A work of frail mockery The moon I warn her because The night's pitiful, dark despair Wilting life is why they come to you Drowning in their raining eyes Feeding silently off your contempt The moonlight unfurls Over my widow still And to the glass it cries Of the bitter cold outside Again I seek their words and find myself Forever at their disdain Hadn't I warned her beware The night's pitiful, dark despair Wilting life is why they come to you Drowning in their raining eyes Feeding silently off your contempt