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The air outside was saturated with dew,
He ran away from home as many times as a cat has lives,
Dressed in discarded armor of the court show-off,
Crimpled pages read over and over again.
On a big rock at the base of a round tower,
The asylum of the sinners, the joy of the sorrowful,
Some wounds can only be healed by the heart's medicine,
Voices merge together and unite in murky silence.
His Soul was lethally injured,
Poison was poured into his sleeping ears,
Now the spirit is only a mere shadow,
The wind on the rocks of Elsinore.
The funeral charriots go there to wash off sorrow,
Beyond that light, darkness shines more dark,
The wedding bed, the bed of birth, the wedding bed, the bead of death,
A wild vampire comes, it's eyes flashing through the storm,
A hermit with a bowl of pulse,
Tearing down the body's spikes,
If you want to get to know me,
Come and eat with me.
In a thousand years the dumb fish will not learn anything,
It is dangerous to put in your mouth if you don't know who it is.
Přidal: kookai dne 11. 09. 2007 v 13:03.
Počet zobrazení: 156 (1).
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