Laura GráJan 13, 20201 min readNightwish Painting the soul of the night, The Moon casts its spells on you, Her (soul)itude gave you a fright, Breaking your heart in two.
Painting the soul of the night, The Moon casts its spells on you, Her (soul)itude gave you a fright, Breaking your heart in two.
My darklingAs I wandering into my soul, A burning sigh grows in the deep For all my pains, I'll take a bow Thus, they are mine, even if.. bleak. In dreams of night, the day will rise In many shades of fading ach