On a hill, on the devil's top
There is a
Every time I try to understand
The meaning hidden deep
I look around myself I´m feeling like a stranger to
I can see them running towards me
All the time
At the border of the plain where suddenly the forest
Find out some poetry...
The topic must be: Love and
Listen yourself talking words meaningless
Listen, where are the emotions
"Brimstone eyes she hath,
black in colour looking sad
The
chorus:
A slight call afar is tempting me
Like a
As the lights are growing dim
Freezing cold, slowly is
Concealed from the view
Hidden from the knowledge of Men