The burning shades alight in the darker heart of night While the conflagration's sparks dance and scatter on the glass Such a terror in this sight, to replace a head of white A sad moment into memory which, as a life, shall pass
The burning shades alight in the darker heart of night While the conflagration's sparks dance and scatter on the glass Such a terror in this sight, to replace a head of white A sad moment into memory which, as a life, shall pass