Текст песни Theatre Of Ice - Regions Of The Night
Theatre Of Ice - Regions Of The Night слова песни
By crookend moon and waining starlightIn the blood-red thickening twilightI find myself upon a path bathed in gloomThat has no end except the tombWith eyes cast upward I`ll give no thought of hellBut if there are gods are there not devils as wellHiding somewhere in the flickering screensThat fill my mind like erotic dreamsForget not the legends of oldThe stories of hell that your elders have toldFor they are without a doubt all quite realThere is a devil and your soul he will stealI lay my brain before the flickering screenAnd shudder as I watch the silent screamsIn the distance hear the monsters callThey`re searching now for living dollsI search for a place amongst the thorns to prayPerchance to contemplate the dying of the dayBut there no solace for me to findFor I am nothing but ruins of a mindForget not the legends of oldThe stories of hell that your elders have toldFor they are without a doubt all quite realThere is a devil and your soul he will steal------------------------------------------------------