Owl Howl کے بول

Blackbird, blackbird what have you done? Under the Moon, old smoking gun Silhouette of thin boys and girls That disappear into the underworld Pale Moon in the land of loss Paper thin are the doors of loss I've been looking for remedies I have looked for some sympathy Stillborn in the land of loss Lost within or without a cross As she comes and take you away The night is cold and everlasting Orchestrator of chaos and dismay Hollow the halo and empty the laughter