Do to the lyrics
And the age of fear
Come the light
And a sorts of tear
The light
The blinding bliss
The one that makes days feel
Of a burning kiss
Heart of the bad
Dreams in thy head
Nights of illusions
Mornings of confusion
Sleep my darling
Weep ever so startling
Full thus hair with grief
Remember the names
The tame is near
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem