trees and graves, mesmerised am I Those whispering shades... sad, silent glades Pain is a far away land, misery, a lifetime's journey... ...and I lust
? By the golden beauty of dusk and the sun low in our sky By the haunting shadows of trees and graves, mesmerized am I. Searching deep inside trying
Vertaling: Anathema. . . . En ik Lust.
Vertaling: Anathema. ... En ik Lust.
yields? By the golden beauty of dusk and the sun low in our sky By the haunting shadows of trees and graves, mesmerized am I. Searching deep inside
