Текст песни Type O Negative - Green Man
Type O Negative - Green Man слова песни
Spring won`t come, the need of strife
To struggle to be freed from hard ground
The evenings mists thad creep and crawl
Will drench me in dew and so drown
I`m the green man
The green man
Sol in prime sweet summertime
Cast shadows of doubt on my face
A midday sun, it`s causing hues
Refracting within the still lake
Autumn in her flaming dress
Of orange, brown, gold fallen leaves
My mistress of the frigid night
I worship, pray to on my knees
Winter`s breath of filthy snow
Befrosted paths to the unknown
Have my lips turned true purple?
Life is coming to an end
So says me,me wiccan friend
Nature coming full circle
I`m the green man
The green man