She wrote down this line on the barren wall
To not forget her trail of dreams
But through the haze of her fevered pain
Her thoughts were hard to understand
Born without the name on the darkest day
Her future was already written
As fantasies turned to poems on the stone
The world began to come alive
She made me smile
Though years passed by
Come day, come night, my crimson bride
Is dancing on the fields of gold
This scenery will never fail
In my dreaming mind
Dreaming mind
All through these days
I have held your hand
We never left the velvet cage
Vespertine, our memories relive
My irresistible demise
She made me smile
Though years passed by
Come day, come night, my crimson bride
Is dancing on the fields of gold
This scenery will never fail
In my dreaming mind
Dreaming mind
Vague are the images around me
Cold is the color of the night
Come day, come night, my crimson bride
Is dancing on the fields of gold
This scenery will never fail
In my dreaming mind
Dreaming mind
klausant Ulver. Įdomu tai, kad Death beveik išimtinai klausausi vasarą, labai retai kitu metų laiku. Bet kuo Death man tokie vasariški, aš niekaip nepaaiškinčiau
Man tai Opeth visada puikiai eina. Apskritai galvojau, kad turiu kažkokias muzikines preferencijas pagal dienos orą ar metų laikus, bet turbūt tai tik saviįtaiga. Galvodavau, kad Ulver man yra visiška žiemos muzika, bet ne vieną vasarą esu save pagavęs
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