Lyrics of Sorrows of the moon

Celtic Frost

pochette album Sorrows of the moon
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Release date : 01/08/2013

Duration : 0:03:04

Style : Heavy Metal



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This evening the moon dreams more lazily
As some fair woman lost in cushions deep
With gentle hand caresses listlessly
The contour of her breasts before she sleeps, oh

On velvet backs of avalanches soft
She often lies enraptured as she dies
And gazes on white visions aloft
Which like a blossoming to heaven rise

When sometimes on this globe, in indolence
She lets a secret tear drop down, by chance
A poet set against oblivion

Oh, takes in his hand this pale and furtive tear
This opal drop where rainbow hues appear
And hides it in his breast far from the sun

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