Winters thrall
November
The table set for you now, this one last timeWe lay your body gently down, and gather aroundA cheap pine box, my covenant, I'll not forgetYour hands once warm and full of love, grown cold in deathMy sweet NovemberTo you he fliesAll must surrender to herWe all must dieNow Winter holds you in her thrall, the sun turns redThe cold, hard earth is calling you into her bedHow soon our precious love is spent and desolateThe ages waste in passing, erase the deadMy sweet NovemberTo you he fliesAll must surrender to herWe all must dieI miss you more with every dayI miss you more than words can sayAnd, hunted by the jealous grave,My heart is empty
Aus Songtexte Mania