Text Písně: Sorrows Of The Moon - Celtic Frost

This evening the moon dreams more lazily
As some fair woman, lost in cushions deep
With gentle hand caresses listlessly
The contour of her breasts before she sleeps
On velvet backs of avalanches soft
She often lies enraptured as she dies
And gazes on white visions aloft
Which like a blossoming to heaven rise
When sometimes on this globe, in indolence
She lets a secret tear drop down, by chance
A poet, set against oblivion
Takes in his hand this pale and furtive tear
This opal drop where rainbow hues appear
And hides it in his breast far from the sun

Další písničky hudební skupiny Celtic Frost:

Celtic Frost - Rex Irae (Requiem: Overture - Fourth Version)
Celtic Frost - The Usurper
Celtic Frost - Jewel Throne
Celtic Frost - Circle Of The Tyrants
Celtic Frost - Jewel Throne

Předchozí písničky hudební skupiny Celtic Frost:

Celtic Frost - Progeny
Celtic Frost - Ground
Celtic Frost - A Dying God Coming Into Human Flesh
Celtic Frost - Drown In Ashes
Celtic Frost - Os Abysmi Vel Daath