The Allmighty - Gothminister

And her hair was as black as ravens

When I met her

And her eyes were so sparkling and tender

Felt I knew her

Bow my head to the Almighty

I have lost my way

Time stood still when we danced the last, dark

And pure September day

From our castles we sent ships with demons

Witches"lovecraft

Now she"s gone, yet I feel her breathing

While I tell her story

Hodja

Hodja