3 acessos
A hymn to life
In the midst of the dying
A touch of it all is worth the strife
Is it not mystifying
It is the shining light
It lives in the dark
It echoes every-where
In every-thing it leaves a mark
And the wind howls in the moor
It is the blessed darkness
It shares the fate with the light
Together they echo
So the day will follow the night
See for yourself and for the sake of the world
And the wind howls in the moor