"The Ensemble Of Silence" Videos
And again the moon is on the wave, gliding gently into me,
on silent wings the night comes from there,
as my heart longs to thee...
...for in my hand I still hold the rose that froze long times ago,
its leafs have withered, it ceased to grow - left in me is woe.
The wine of love, is o so sweet, but bitter is regret,
I knew at sunset I would meet the ascending veils of dread.
Before my eyes nocturnal curtains fall,
The dark and gentle haze of the night, greedily devours all.
"Woe to him wh
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