Great Hollow She Home, the peacefully there's Mystery.
Dearly she labours.
Blood running, on to the summer flowers
WAIT till I come,
Left her, following low singing --
bare of everything
Let us go!
Go to the Devil!
Scorching heat and burning --
hang her by the neck
Thy trees mourned. She a Hollow labours....
Ah who was I that hidden from truly -----
Thy the end
Erected so obscure away.
Oct 22, 2016
Oct 22, 2016 at 6:18 AM UTC
Great Hollow She Home, the peacefully there's Mystery.
Dearly she labours.
Blood running, on to the summer flowers
WAIT till I come,
Left her, following low singing --
bare of everything
Let us go!
Go to the Devil!
Scorching heat and burning --
hang her by the neck
Thy trees mourned. She a Hollow labours....
Ah who was I that hidden from truly -----
Thy the end
Erected so obscure away.
Based on Aberdeen's history
