Voice, you hear this cry. Last word which I understand. She dies for your love. She comes from this earth. . Comes back from beyond. Sand and dust around.
It's a full moon and I stay where. I used to stay, nothing's changed. Everything keeps haunting me. How long more? How long more?. . Haunted, haunted, haunted.
They are all here as one. Looking for something. Like the raindrops from the trees. Slowly subsiding, like the raindrops from the trees. . Rain but not like then.
She's the one who burned me at the stake. Sweet girl. Lacked by vision kneeling on her bed. Dark cloudy eyes foreseeing obsession. Beautiful and willful.