Текст песни Green Man - Type O Negative
Spring
won′t
come,
the
need
of
strife
To
struggle
to
be
freed
from
hard
ground
The
evening
mists
that
creep
and
crawl
Will
drench
me
in
dew
and
so
drown
I'm
the
green
man
The
green
man
Sol
in
prime
sweet
summertime
Cast
shadows
of
doubt
on
my
face
A
midday
sun,
its
caustic
hues
Refracting
within
the
still
lake
Autumn
in
her
flaming
dress
Of
orange,
brown,
gold
fallen
leaves
My
mistress
of
the
frigid
night
I
worship
pray
to
on
my
knees
Winter′s
breath
of
filthy
snow
Befrosted
paths
to
the
unknown
Have
my
lips
turned
true
purple
Life
is
coming
to
an
end
So
says
me,
me
wiccan
friend
Nature
coming
full
circle
I'm
the
green
man
The
green
man
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2 Cinnamon Girl
3 Die With Me
4 Burnt Flowers Fallen
5 In Praise Of Bacchus
6 The Glorious Liberation Of The People's Technocratic Republic Of Vinnland By The Combined Forces Of The United Territories Of Europa
7 Haunted
8 Untitled
9 Red Water (Christmas Mourning)
10 Bad Ground
11 My Girlfriends Girlfriend
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