Fallen from grace My soul's grown old Birds are dying As fading light Draws last mourning beam Across the hillside.
Dark moors lay cold And quiet this night Blackbirds crying 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 As freezing moon lays cruel Deathly beams Through your minds eye.
Elegy of what these open wounds May bleed All alone with hatred growing Unborn seed.