You
you're poisoned ghost
of bitter past
your blood is winy water
your tragic voice
grinds down my pulse
your kiss turns me devoted
in joy, in death, in summer
there's no escape, no chance to feel
we're captives of blind heaven
the restless pain, the hopeless film
your love seems like pure evil
in joy, in death, in summer
fair is foul, and foul is fair:
hover through the fog and filthy air.
you're poisoned ghost
of bitter past
we're captives of blind heaven
your tragic voice
grinds down my pulse
your love seems like pure evil
in joy, in death, in summer