(The Gloomy Shade)
The wings stuck on the pavement by your blood And the day which enlightens your crushed spectre.
Sometimes you frighten me, you make me see death in the depths of the abyss, in the middle of the street.
You look like this paper sheet Smooth like the sky in a beautiful summer day
But a small amount of your blood is stuck on the pavement And I'm frightened, and I'm cold / It's my death, it's your death I behold
They crushed your head and your heart They stole you everything, poor crushed spectre I need to cry though I don't love you