Testo A Nocturnal Sadness Great American Desert
By the grace of nightfallI am relieved
The smell of winter's air does approach
But no longer can I enjoy
The frost covered ground
That once I loved so dearly
For upon my waking
I find I am alone
A venture forth into underworlds
Proves fruitless to my cause
My love is elusive
There is but one thing frozen
That I carry close to my heart
The final tear fallen before my descent.