- Over and over
- Well of darkness
- Fratelli Crosio
- Love betrayed
It’s like a foreign place in my depths, a dwelling of darkness, a well dripping sadness.
It’s made of anger, of sadness and of unmourned death.
Well of darkness
It’s like a foreign place in my depths, a dwelling of darkness, a well dripping sadness.
It’s made of anger, of sadness and of unmourned death.