The need to know gives a strange reaction The need to know kills my soul, my passion When will I know, just how far this goes? I feel the glow of a man
DANGER THE TIDE IS WEAK, BUT MAY WELCOME STRANGERS THIS JOY IT SEEMS MAYBE JUST A DREAM A SOUL UNCLEAN, LIKE A MAN WHOSE TASTED WOE FAIL EACH TIME, STRONG IN MIND HARBOUR
Oversettelse: Paradise Lost. Harbour.
