Long ago died silent lips
Ghosts of lovely words, tears
of a
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[instrumental]
I herd the trailing garments of the night
sweep through her
Another night
Another fright
Another passion the words in my mind
The eyes
In the darkness of Time, in the name of God
Truth
Tell me not in mornful numbers
"life is but an empty
crying, shouting
screaming, yelling
you must feel
sights of vanished spirits
do
[XXV. The origin of the Mayfair Witches]
[By the letters of
I'm hunting a nightmare
on the road to the old
castle
I remember the Night
That sight's still inside
On old men's streets
Ghosts
The Night surrounds and closes inside...
The woods' silence cries in
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