слова песни Fields Of The Nephilim - Darkcell

Moon is rising
A million years to me
Soon be quieter
A passing tear from me
Sing the same
Lie here with me
Dreams a dream
They all drop dead asleep

Shining higher
A foolish tune
A cry from the top of the spire
Wear a prayer, drops and crumbles
Crumbles
Crumbles
Yes crumbles

Darkcell is among you
Darkcell is in my room
Darkcell with the mortal freak
Darkcell let me speak

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