Texty:
The Shadows Shindig

It won't be easy, you'll think it's strange When I try to explain how I feel And that I still need your love After all that I've done You won't believe

Genom natten hor dess kall I nattens ensamhet, djupt i morker tackt av skugga dar stal brot blod och tarar, i doden finns mitt mod Stal kallt; bryter

my eyes. And I'm shroud. Ode into the darkness... Ode into the wind. And I'm despondency. And with her beauty, with her regal - Lethe... It shines, it shines