First a glance and then a crooked smile. Draw him in and let the games begin. If he doesn't ask she will not tell. She paints the picture oh so well. .
[Sinner]. . Down in the old castle out in the swamps. Darkness drops all over the land. The clock strikes twelve. The midnight masked-ball ... is about to begin.
Hey, man, wake up there's a full moon shining. Hey, man, too long we've been sleeping. What is it we're really feeling?. . Oh, I can feel the mandala.
Man of storm and child of cloud and sun. Whose eyes that dare the dazzling light of the dying, dancing leaves. Confess with mine that love has bravely won.
Oldfield. Man of storm! And child of cloud and sun!. Whose eyes that dare the dazzling light. Of the dying, dancing leaves. Confess with mine that love has bravely won!.