Rotting Christ Full Colour Is The Night
Shall I tell you the legend About a garden wearing its black I'll tell you about the whispers The dark eyes of the night Moonlight is the brightness Before each dawn I lose my beauty I lose my light Full is the night Fullfills my mind The painters are the stars Mix black with white Paint all trees The flowers The waters Full colour is the night Free ride in the wind With the queen of the night Under the spell of her cold eyes I dressed all I dress Smell my difference See my only love Take no colours Mesmerized in night