my eyes hold the eventide, albeit behind the eyes thou hast thro' which I 'hold naught else a flame enshroudéd in its blackness; but the raven; burning without the faintest breeze. sleep my dearest ones - teach me, dearest, the reason wherefore mind
A Rose for the Dead
Theatre of Tragedy As the Shadows Dance歌词
Theatre of Tragedy A Rose for the Dead歌词
A Rose For The Dead Theatre Of Tragedy 专辑:<A Rose For The Dead> :SillyGodDisco oh - my dearest the sweet music in the air albeit, daresay I the lullaby of an everso dark sleep. my precious, likest thou what emergeth yon the distant? the throbbing an