Тэм Гринхилл и Йовин - Готический триллер
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The witch was thrust into the claws
In a bloodied sunset.
On one fake note
Flaps are freezing the poison.
The hour is conditional. On the parquet
Beats a knocked out heel.
Ah, run! There is no salvation
A knock is already rumbling at the door!
Come to me...

Fasten candles, groaning doors,
The coals are crushed, the light will fade,
Interior impairment
Someone is a gloomy silhouette.
Stone, stairs, chapel,
Behind the sinister step
Bolts fall with a cry,
Darkness pours into the enfilade.
Come to me...
Who are you, called by accident
A wave of a trembling hand,
Whose Gothic secret
Hide these hiding places?
What is any price
For the answer, what is hidden here!
Even ivy, wrapping around the wall,
He knows something, but is silent!
Come to me...

Stone, bell, grate,
Laughter of dinished graves,
Oh, how clearly and clearly
Your steps are heard for me.
Hoppy
Evil, evil triumph,
Ah, run! - And he is behind me
I, of course, from him!
Come to me...
... a slot of black half a mask,
Shadow of a bowed face ...
... you listened to this fairy tale
Without beginning and end ...
Come to me...