Lady Lily White
- Macbeth (2001)You are listening to the song Lady Lily White by Macbeth, in album Vanitas. The highest quality of audio that you can download is flac . Also, you can play quality at 32kbps, view lyrics and watch more videos related to this song.
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Lyrics
White dove lay lifeless on a crown of thorns
Beside a broken sword
Whirlwind blew out a candle
Heartrending cry.
Tears were streaming down her face
Cold dread of death black cursed embrace
An endless nightmare croacked on the brink of despair
She felt she would die.
Her thoughts flew to his brave betrothed
It was so long ago!
Sweet loving eyes of thee so far from mine
She felt she would die.
Sweetheart, my light cruel fate calls me to fight.
Sudden shadows fell on me
Was the dream of white dove a message of thee?
You may be wrong
May he live long!
How many winters
What cold you suffered in the pale warmth of hope.
Gloomy icy blast from battlefront
Blew his dumb ashes back to court
Atropos broke fine thread of his life
She felt she would die.
Calling from the highest hissing tower
Corvine shades abducted her murdered soul
Birds of ill omen stained the sky
She felt she would die.
Jewel, my love the war is calling from above.
Sudden shadows fell on me
Was the dream of white dove a message of thee?
Was not only a dream
Of suffocated beam
Harmonic torment
Tragedy masked in romantic dress.
The tower was calling...she climbed the stairs to breathe better the death.
...and the heaven was bleeding
She dressed in snow flickering as lily in storm
Like a dove flew up.
E i cielo tinto nel rubino
Stringeva al seno suo il muto giglio
Spenta la rosa nel viso candido bambino
Ricamava la parca fatal il sigillo vermiglio
Igneo affluente del gentil ruscel diamante
Dolce scivolava al freddo mar del pianto
Fragil ebbro damor libravasi lo spirto vagante
E la terra la bruma copriva dincanto...
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