Darkseed [Doom Gothic Metal] - Winter noon | Текст песни

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• Darkseed [Doom Gothic Metal]
• Winter noon

Well, my kind, in silence sad
trip we after what we read
We the globe can compass soon
swifter than the wandering moon

I look to like,
if looking liking prays
I gather thorns,
seek night to happy days

On life's vast ocean do we sail
I pity myself, 'cause passion is the gale

Tears argumenting the fresh morning-dew
I know my grievance or be much denied
Mistempted sorrow, fear me not!
You dreamt a dream tonight and so do I

And since You wove dreams of joy and fear