The Wandering Midget - Black Figure Follows The Burial Company | Текст песни

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• The Wandering Midget
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Cry, willows, weep my woods
Old oaks and ashes by the tombs
Misty eyes of clay-like grey
On the road of one last day

Cart creaks
The mournful black company slowly walks
No smiles, no laughter
No words talked

Rain drums the boards of the coffin
You're tired and you want to go home
Yet sorrow's strong, it hangs over you
And alone you fear to rown

Grey skies, dark thoughts
Death watches every single route
No joy nor the dearest dreams
Can here be brought

A black figure follows the burial company

He looks at you
And his eyes hold all stars of the sky
Lure you down into purple dreams
You drown, embrace the sin
The figure's closing in
And coldness comes with him
Your heart breaks into myriad sprinkles
Peeking through your skin

For follower in black is death
And love and death don't mix
You love yourself to death, my child
Before the bell strikes six

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