At the brink of forest where a birch grove is A stone house stands, and flowers are around Beautiful Magdalena lives there on her own The night turns around the hours and she shuts her eyes Her darling came from the bottom of her heart He brought her flowers picked off a grave bloody red flowers and a flute made from bone for his Magdalena who waits and burns Beautiful Magdalena loosened her two braids She opened wide her knees and raised her hands The bells brought pictures through the time All night long the fire caressed white stone face
(guitar)
The mists went low, right into the grove of birch And listened to the whisper, laugh and moan Until the morning, when the day crowed in the wind Until the hour when Magdalena rose from the dreams Crazy dogs barked and showed at her back But beautiful Magdalena did not hear the words She whistled songs on the flute made from bone For her darling, who lies in grave under his eyelids Her darling had been rising for three years every night From the coffin in her head, shrouded in satin He did not hear the blue owls and the drumming of the rain And the wind that chases the horses over the sky at night
(guitar)
And the blind did not see the times that came in the grove and teared in her the peace and the sacred name He crawled into the most dark corner of the soul His darling betrayed him like the Judas Iscariot The mists went low, right into the grove of birch And listened to the whisper, laugh and moan Until the morning, when the day crowed in the wind Until the hour when Magdalena rose from the dreams The thieves came and stole every night but the true darling of her came nevermore Crazy dogs barked and showed at her back and the beautiful Magdalena felt sad.
(guitar, bells)
The years had passed and the face dried up The time falls down the birches, winter and cold are coming And old Magdalena with the flute made from bone whistles and stares into the night until it dawns
This thread needs more Misfits! Happy Halloween everyone!
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by IanEye » Mon Oct 28, 2013 6:43 am 
