the blade, symbol of my moorbid desire, then to die Screamed in agony, Life was Hell for me, I cry out to thee. [CHORUS:] Secure in Eternity, of hopelessness
our eyes, a distance falls around our bodies. Out in the garden, the moon seems very bright. Six saintly shrouded men move across the lawn slowly, the seventh
our eyes, a distance falls around our bodies Out in the garden, the moon seems very bright Six saintly shrouded men move across the lawn slowly The seventh
