Из альбома: Songs From the Labyrinth
In darkness let me dwell; the ground shall sorrow be,
The roof despair, to bar all cheerful light from me;
The walls of marble black, that moist'ned still shall weep;
My music, hellish jarring sounds, to banish friendly sleep
Thus, wedded to my woes, and bedded in my tomb,
O let me dying live, till death doth come, till death doth come
In darkness let me dwell
2018.08.11