sound of the wind
in the midnight storm
I'll listen to your bit
when the days are gone
dreadness of the Dark
fear no more
there will come the light
shining at the door
howl of the night
breaks no lofty walls
your allmighty fright
wandering in the old halls
and now you are to hear
the bell of the freedom
you know that I'm near
my love is forbidden
Chanting of the soul
© Copyright: Михаил Ефимкин, 2010
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