Testo Deadlights

Grim is the call of the night
The distant willow
Sleeps an eerie dream
Sadness
Drinks the light of the moon
From my eyes
Blissful in the snowfall coming night
At haunt in the trees
In the pale evening breeze

...Still the dread
Night lifts the eyelid of the dead
...At light smiles
In the gallow tree

Lone distance weeps
Lang to the nightful
...Envy of life
Far from
Darkening villages at night