Текст песни Type O Negative - Green Man
Type O Negative - Green Man слова песни
Spring won`t come, the need of strifeTo struggle to be freed from hard groundThe evening mists that creep and crawlWill drench in the dew and so drownI`m the green manThe green manSol in prime sweet summertimeCast shadows of doubt on my faceA midday sun, its caustic huesRefracting within the still lakeAutumn in her flaming dressOf orange, brown, gold fallen leavesMy mistress of the frigid nightI worship pray to on my kneesWinter`s breath of filthy snowBefrosted paths to the unknownHave my lips turned true purpleLife is coming to an endSo says me, me wiccan friendNature coming full circleI`m the green manThe green man