Sorrows Of The Moon-Celtic Frost

[ti:Sorrows Of The Moon] [ar:Celtic Frost] [al:Into The Pandemonium] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Sorrows Of The Moon - Celtic Frost [00:14.88]This evening the moon dreams more lazily [00:20.36] [00:21.43]As some fair woman [00:23.71] [00:24.28]Lost in cushions deep [00:26.56] [00:28.43]With gentle hand caresses listlessly [00:33.60] [00:35.33]The contour of her breasts before she sleeps [00:40.83] [00:45.78]On [00:46.28] [01:16.62]On [01:17.07]Velvet backs of avalanches soft [01:22.04] [01:23.65]She often lies enraptured as she dies [01:28.85] [01:30.53]And gazes on white visions aloft [01:35.08] [01:36.69]Which like a blossoming to heaven rise [01:41.14] [02:02.28]When sometimes on this globe in indolence [02:07.22] [02:08.17]She lets a secret tear drop down by chance [02:12.11] [02:13.12]A poet set against oblivion [02:16.54] [02:32.04]Takes in his hand this pale and furtive tear [02:36.36] [02:37.29]This opal drop where rainbow hues appear [02:41.21] [02:42.03]And hides it in his breast far from the sun