The wind, she whispers Through the graveyards of our hearts Wreathed in dreams As she weaves her witchcraft We breathe, enamored Of the conquering dark Medusa and hemlock
The wind, she whispers Through the graveyards of our hearts? Wreathed in dreams As she weaves her witchcraft We breathe, enamoured Of the conquering dark Medusa and Hemlock
Oversættelse: Cradle Of Filth. Medusa og skarntyde.