Halls Of Frozen North
by John Martyn
Growling in the night when the gromwell dies, hearing the whispering
from the empty hall...diskies.
from the empty hall...diskies.
Coming from graves, from the night, when the shadows of the winter rises from the
north...wind of sin.
north...wind of sin.
Coming moonlit grimness when the dusk of child, nebulah winter rises from the sky...astral
wind, astral winter, wind of lies, wind of sin.
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