I see the olden manor far from me The death and mustiness’ winnowing me How much is he solitary and glum No man no spirit neither Sun
Only uttermost void and floorboard squeaks By blowing sorrow brought wind
The house is vivid… The house is vivid… A-a-a The house is vivid It sleeps, it beckons me A-a-a The house is vivid And waits for new keeper
I hear the voices of ancient walls They call me, beg me to be their master I slink in darkest corridors And see in niche the black mirror
The house is vivid… The house is vivid… A-a-a The house is vivid And waits for new master!
I hear the voices of ancient walls They call me, beg me to be their master I slink in darkest corridors And see in niche the black mirror
No memory no life no needs of love In naked dying walls No reverie no light no seeds of love In snaked eying halls No memory no life no needs of love In naked dying walls…