*Under the moonlight
In the middle of the cold night
You will hear an elegy
The coldest, saddest story
Of how his heart was stole
Of how he lost his soul
To a maiden so heartless
Yes, a maiden so heartless
Many said, it wasn't stole
Instead he sold his soul
For a priceless illusion
To be with the girl of his ambition
So the story goes
The sinister he calls
To bargain something worthy
For a heart that costs no penny
He sold all of him
To get all of her
But the wicked will win
And the fool will suffer
Buying her heart doesn’t mean
Getting her love and affection too
Giving all of you doesn’t mean
Getting the same of what you do
So every night you’ll hear
Like a wolf wailing to the moon
Who can’t get hold of his dear
A man murmuring a mournful rune*
Sep 12, 2017
Sep 12, 2017 at 8:38 AM UTC
*Under the moonlight
In the middle of the cold night
You will hear an elegy
The coldest, saddest story
Of how his heart was stole
Of how he lost his soul
To a maiden so heartless
Yes, a maiden so heartless
Many said, it wasn't stole
Instead he sold his soul
For a priceless illusion
To be with the girl of his ambition
So the story goes
The sinister he calls
To bargain something worthy
For a heart that costs no penny
He sold all of him
To get all of her
But the wicked will win
And the fool will suffer
Buying her heart doesn’t mean
Getting her love and affection too
Giving all of you doesn’t mean
Getting the same of what you do
So every night you’ll hear
Like a wolf wailing to the moon
Who can’t get hold of his dear
A man murmuring a mournful rune*
