Texty:
Eterna Miseria

Il n'y a de citadelle imprenable que dans les livres des tacticiens Et les murs de pierre sont aussi fragiles Que les tresses de ta chevelure. Lorsqu'

hope Look at the cross - Look at the fall Feel the burning hate - From the conscious red Insanity! - cause of alarm? Look at the end - Misery speaks hell

that abandon'd her Has in turn abandon'd me And softenin' the turf with my tears I dug a Well of Misery And, in that Well of Misery Hangs a bucket fulla