They whisper in your ear words that deafen the soul Op...
A time of memories a time of forgetting A time of b...
Terror encircles me Every night It plants a black flower ...
And what costume shall the poor girl wear To ...
A strand of hair shielding my eyes No one ca...
What once was has not departed It still remains with ...
Make haste my dreams And veil my forehead With the ...
Strange is the evening bell Strange is the warning Strange i...
In a state of desperation it s no...
The canary died Or maybe he croaked Someone snuffed hi...
