Overature Lyrics
The ground, the ground shall sorrow beThe roof of despair which bares all cheerful light from meTo bar all cheerful lightThe walls marble black which moistened still shall weep from meThey still shall weep forever in darknessTo bar all cheerful lightThe roof of despair which bares all the cheerful light from meTo bar all cheerful lightMy queen I only wish my song to please theeI wish to be the minstrel in your galleryI wish to be the minstrel in your galleryMy musicJarring, jarringJarring, jarring sounds to banish sleepThus bedded to my woes and bedded, bedded to my tombOh let me living die, oh let me livingOh let me living dieTill death do come, till death do comeTill death, till death do come
Aesma Daeva Overature
