BLUME lyrics : "To The Night"
The setting sun;
It's beams red and bright
Gently pierce the sea.
It's chariot's descending
The clear western sky;
Night's claiming her right
To rule the world.
Her wings open wide
Under which we'll mourn and pray
Will hide our shame;
My dear Guinevere
In dismal grief we'll find
Full redemption.
A flock of crows
Approaching noisily
Stubbornly croaks
Sober words to me:
'That yearning heart of yours!
You fool! What have you done?
Bringer of death
Your soul's forever lost'.
Her wings open wide
Under which we'll mourn and pray
Will hide our shame;
My dear Guinevere
In dismal grief we'll find
Full redemption.
Night's wings open wide
Under which we'll mourn and pray
Will hide our shame;
My dear Guinevere
In dismal grief we'll find
Full redemption.
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