Mount Wroclai (Idle Days) کے بول

And I know winter will pass by slow Without my heart what can I do? In the halls a bell gives way to a larger swell Without my heart what can I do? Oh, Wroclai And we grow fat on the charms Of our idle dreary days Seen the shadows grow See an ominous display With no alarm Couldn't say we'd have expected this way Under stars have died Decadence to play Mount Wroclai