The sun is turning black now And the shades are falling down In this lonely hall I stand - O dark queen of my dreams Where are your bright wild eyes? Waiting for the time, for the time to come...
Oh black tower, what is your power, What makes men run and hide, i have seen evil, in the dead of the night, as the demons they dance in my mind. Telling tales of horror, in the splendour of their...
Saturday morning, 3 a. m. I guess that makes it truth time. I hate opera. But they were your tickets. Okay, you're really going to pull this out of me, aren't you? Here it is. I was trying to impress...