الأغاني:
The Vision Bleak

Night... silent night Snow on the roof My breath turned to ice My mind was aloof Cold winter moon Shone through the reed Glistering frost What night

In the steaming morass Of a newborn earth Lies the formless mass Which to all gave birth In a sea of sludge Of immense extend Lies the thoughtless mass

When the moon is on the wave, And the glow-worm in the grass, And the meteor on the grave, And the wisp on the morass When the falling stars are shooting

Up on the hill In picturesque light Lies peaceful, still A burial site The gateway creaks I scare myself Some doubtful peeks The clock strikes twelve

A painter I have been For as long as I can think But never quenched the feather Into the firkin of black ink My motif's been of beauty Diluted and too

Thou, dweller of the nightsky whose voice is thunder and storm, thy allies are chaos and glory, thy realm is darkness adorn Thou, slayer of apophis who

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[Scene III] Despite all warnings the first night in the supposedly cursed house is at hand. So, these are the walls Wherein hides my doom And night,

In the veil of the night I wandered about at the bole of a tree it did light I deemed it a stone at first glance, no doubt something in me was lured by