When the gondolas are filled with mourning
And it holds the pleas of the dead,
Deep within its throat the horror lurks.
When the bell begins to toll
Cold, dense wisps of mist
You gently they touch.
Midnight
Ref:
Loca inferna et nocte (the place of hell and night)
Loca inferna et nocte (the place of hell and night)
Anima et nebula (air and mist)
Midnight
Your blood freezes in your veins
Your fear chokes your breath
Do you hear your heart and the tolling of the bells
It is night.
Midnight
MITTERNACHT!






