make May dreams be brought That I might reach The gentle strains Of midnight speech And frozen stars That gild the forest floor Through the swirling snow
make May dreams be brought that I might reach... the gentle strains of midnight speech and frozen stars that gild the forest floor Through the swirling snow
Tulkojums: Cradle Of Filth. Dream Of Wolves sniegā.
they make May dreams be brought that I might reach... the gentle strains of midnight speech and frozen stars that gild the forest floor Through the swirling snow
throat Awakening, pulled from the tomb Her spirit freed eclipsed the moon That She outshone as a fallen star A regal ornament from a far flung nebular
in the deep woods When cold festal stars aligned A lurid moon looms; phosphorent, evil Yesod vested in despotic upheaval Silvering wolves that scarlet forest snow