Not Dead But Dying - Sopor Aeternus & the Ensemble of Shadows
Sopor Aeternus & The Ensemble Of Shadows
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Not Dead But Dying - Sopor Aeternus & The Ensemble Of Shadows
Take my hand in the old Theatre Of Seven Hells
A ferry bowed its wings
Call her moon by day
Life a book of painful tongue that hurts our ears
Flowers of the end their seed shall grow
Your breath my coat
The underworld is oh so cold
The dead don't feel the chill
But please hold me warm
The aweful night has gone what lay before
We can't remember
Morpheus has drowned in the lament
Of his own weeping shadow
Take my hand in the old Theatre Of Seven Hells
A ferry bowed its wings
We call her moon by day
Life a book of painful tongue that hurts our ears
Flowers of the end their seed shall grow
Your breath shall be my coat
The underworld is oh so cold
The dead don't feel the chill
But please hold me warm
The aweful night has gone what lay before
We can't remember
Morpheus has drowned in the lament
Of his weeping shadow
Take my hand in the old Theatre Of Seven Hells
A ferry bowed its wings
We call her moon by day
Life a book of painful tongue that hurts our ears
Flowers of the end their seed shall grow
Your breath shall be my coat
The underworld is oh so cold
The dead don't feel the chill
But please hold me warm
The aweful night has gone what lay before
We can't remember
Morpheus has drowned in the lament
Of his weeping shadow
Take my hand in the old Theatre Of Seven Hells
A ferry bowed its wings
We call her moon by day
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Not Dead But Dying - Sopor Aeternus & The Ensemble Of Shadows
Take my hand in the old Theatre Of Seven Hells
A ferry bowed its wings
Call her moon by day
Life a book of painful tongue that hurts our ears
Flowers of the end their seed shall grow
Your breath my coat
The underworld is oh so cold
The dead don't feel the chill
But please hold me warm
The aweful night has gone what lay before
We can't remember
Morpheus has drowned in the lament
Of his own weeping shadow
Take my hand in the old Theatre Of Seven Hells
A ferry bowed its wings
We call her moon by day
Life a book of painful tongue that hurts our ears
Flowers of the end their seed shall grow
Your breath shall be my coat
The underworld is oh so cold
The dead don't feel the chill
But please hold me warm
The aweful night has gone what lay before
We can't remember
Morpheus has drowned in the lament
Of his weeping shadow
Take my hand in the old Theatre Of Seven Hells
A ferry bowed its wings
We call her moon by day
Life a book of painful tongue that hurts our ears
Flowers of the end their seed shall grow
Your breath shall be my coat
The underworld is oh so cold
The dead don't feel the chill
But please hold me warm
The aweful night has gone what lay before
We can't remember
Morpheus has drowned in the lament
Of his weeping shadow
Take my hand in the old Theatre Of Seven Hells
A ferry bowed its wings
We call her moon by day