Night Heir
Böcklin
Isle of the dead, towering cyprus trees,
Christ-like figure in white, stand in your boat
And cast your mood upon me.
I might have known.
This holy gown of stars, hung for miles, from my father's halls...
...now i am.
Isle of the dead, towering cyprus trees,
Christ-like figure in white, stand in your boat
And cast your mood upon me.
I might have known.
This holy gown of stars, hung for miles, from my father's halls...
...now i am.