Текст песни Lebanon Hanover - Dark Hill

through the decadent streets
some delicate fiends, float
from the shadows to the street light
some faces of pale, unveil
so silent and still, i grab your scarlet hands
and i take you and hold you hard
we reach the top of this dark dark hill
and my heart rattles
against my ribs
a misty path with frowning trees, whispering
they poke from view
of an icy moon
and talks protrude
of doom and gloom