Leave, O leave me to my grief
Here i’ll sit and fade away
Till i’m nothing but a spirit
And rid of this form of clay
Death who sets all free
Hath paid my ransom and thro’
the gloom he’ll see my shadow
Hear my voice upon the breeze
Life to death is crown or shame
What glorious hands gave me
wounds of death?
My own psychical mind…
My own psychical mind…
….which never gave me peace in
earthly life…
Öyle küçük ki dünya iste görüyorsun Seninle yine karsilastik Hersey ilk günki gibi güzel olsa…
Seher vakti çaldım yarin kapısını Baktım yarin kapıları sürmeli Hoş bulmadım otağının yapısını Çıkageldi bir…
J'en perds la raison (I lost my mind) Dans la mer du Japon (in the…
The King of Oblivion (Written by Kirk McLeod, arranged by Seven Nations) Between the refuge…
When every block and tree offered endless chances When dreams burned with purity, love, goblins…
Here she comes like a Queen all through the wintertime Skirts that billow long after…