Interpret:

Rotting Christ

Album:

A Dead Poem

Shall I tell you the legend? 
About a garden wearing is black 
I`ll tell you about the whispers 
The dark eyes of night 


Moonlight is the brightness 
Before each dawn 
I lose my beauty 
I lose my light 


Full is the night 
Fullfills my mind 
The painters are the stars 
Mix black with white 


Pain all trees 
The flowers 
The waters 
Full colours is the night 


Free ride with the wind 
With the queen of the night 
Under the spell of her cold eyes 
I dressed all i dress 


Smell my difference 
See my only love 
Take no colours 
Mesmerized in night