Camuanorghia letra

A wind has come up from afar
Like a worn out cape round some faded name
Memorandum for a key and green roof
Like a sole voice singing in the marshy dusk:
The crowds of the grave, they will return
The crowds of the grave, they will return
The crowds of the grave, they will return
To Camuanorghia!

There's no crossing though the track has branched off
It's the west winking sickly and his creature appears
It's the scorchèd hide of the lame and the blind
A sole voice singing in the desert dusk:
The crowds of the grave: they will return,
Led by the cry of a nightingale born
Led by the cry of a nightingale born
Led by the cry of a nightingale still-born
In Camuanorghia.

A sole voice singing in the passing-bell-dusk:
The crowds of the grave: they shall return:
Led by the cry of a nightingale born
Led by the cry of a nightingale still-born
In Camuanorghia.

Printed At Bismarck's Death - Letras

• Ηδονη
• Π...S-;31:
• Äsop ist tot
• Bethsabee (2.Samuel 11)
• Burning Minstrel
• Camuanorghia
• Charisma
• Dead mediocrities
• Drapa
• Embryo
• Excelsior Drowning
• Frights of the retina
• Goethe's waxworx
• Hands of the dome
• House of the rising sun
• Jevers-Sand
• Lament - con odio
• Laokoon
• Last hour's sleep (Edit)
• Looking for words for Vukovar
• MacBanquo
• Meet Moshe Dayan in a Russian bunker
• Never send flowers to a clergyman's funeral
• O what can ail thee...
• Ophelia on the 7th floor
• Pseudo-Philon
• Sacrifizio dell'intelletto
• Sheherazade (parla d'exorcisme)
• The Rusty Rivers
• The wasted land
• Three victims of bloody March