Night Heir - The Night Heir
Fog,
Take your misty clothes off
The windswept hearts of men.
Sun, fail me not
And i'll go out to the wood every night.
Wild nature- lay your laws down.
As above, so below.
I'm dark, the stars and clouds, the night in the shape of a man.
Standing in the secret earth,
There's wind in my dream.
There's a mist in my house.
Letras Night Heir