Madness Songtext
von Beleriand

The wild winds weep
And the night is cold
Come hither, sleep!
And my griefs unfold
But lo! the morning peeps
Over the eastern steeps
And the rustling beds of dawn
The earth do scorn


Lo! to their vault
Of wraiths′ heaven
With sorrow fraught
My notes are driven
They strike the ear of night
Make weep the eyes of day
Make mad the roaring winds
And with tempests play

Like a fiend in a cloud
With howling woe
After night I do crowd
And with night will go
I turn my back to the east
From whence comforts have increased
For like doves seize my brain
With frantic pain