Текст песни Sylvian David - The Devil`s Own
Sylvian David - The Devil`s Own слова песни
The night is dark and coldThe strong winds and the rainCrack the branches upon my windowThe devils beats his drumCasting out his spellDragging all his own down in hellThe ticking of the clockInexorably goes onThe howling of the stray souls of heavenThe treasures of the coveWhere the traders stored their goldEcho voices still dead to the worldUnderneath the vineShaded by the leavesI still hold you close to meBeneath the open starsBeneath the pillows and the sheetsI still hold you dear to meThe ticking of the clockSurely sunrise won`t be longWhen darkness hides inside it`s own shadowThe devil beats his drumCasting out his nameDragging all his own down into shame