Текст песни Armaga - The Left Manor

"In The Ruins"
©2009

I see the olden manor far from me
The death and mustiness’ winnowing me
How much is he solitary and glum
No man no spirit neither Sun

Only uttermost void and floorboard squeaks
By blowing sorrow brought wind

The house is vivid… The house is vivid…
A-a-a
The house is vivid
It sleeps, it beckons me
A-a-a
The house is vivid
And waits for new keeper

I hear the voices of ancient walls
They call me, beg me to be their master
I slink in darkest corridors
And see in niche the black mirror

The house is vivid… The house is vivid…
A-a-a
The house is vivid
And waits for new master!

I hear the voices of ancient walls
They call me, beg me to be their master
I slink in darkest corridors
And see in niche the black mirror

No memory no life no needs of love
In naked dying walls
No reverie no light no seeds of love
In snaked eying halls
No memory no life no needs of love
In naked dying walls…

…Of left manor