A Desolation Song Here I sit at the fire Liquor's bitter flames warm my languid soul Here I drink alone and remember A graven life, the stain of her memory In this cup, love's poison For love is the poison of life Tip the cup, feed the fire, And forget about useless hope Lost in the desolation of love The passions we reap and sow Lost in the desolation of life This path that we walk Here's to love, the sickness The great martyr of the soul Here's to life, the vice The great herald of misery...
Hugi notar vefkökur til að bæta notendaupplifun á vefsíðunni og greina umferð um hana.
Einnig hefur Hugi uppfært persónuverndarstefnu sína. Skoðaðu stefnuna hér..
