sargeist obire pestis şarkı sözleri
This morbid night melancholyMoon of funeral broodsMist rising from the swampsWhere superstitions are aliveFrogs and crickets please meThough not long will my ears hearNot long will I howl at the moonThe end already creeps on my tongueBetween old suffering treesI still see that which reminded meOf a time sorrow had reignedWith hope crushed underneathA regent to the throne of black memoryLost, forgotten and waiting for HellAsking why I left at allWhere are my weapons and dreamsThere is no death to save meI have never livedObire PestisMorbid night melancholy
