Текст песни
its heathen song
I m weak and high, the black acres are claiming me Black, elude the trees
They re claiming me, take me there Black, pressing close
Elude the trees, of dizzy leaves
his downy chest
The black acres are claiming me, this little death, and the weathervane
Gusts of wind, with burning flesh Black, and the wind
With burning flesh, the black acres are claiming me, it s so refined
They re claiming me, they re claiming me
His lady fair, touch me now
touch me now
Its heathen song, i m blown away
Touch me now, this little death, his lady fair
I need to have, he holds me up
Take me there, lulls the world Black, lulls the world
I m blown away, touch me now
i m blown away
take me there
Lulls the world, gusts of wind
I can t behave, elude the trees
the black acres are claiming me
This little death, elude the trees Black, where i will be
They re claiming me, they re claiming me
Lulls the world, pressing close
they re claiming me