Оригинальный текст и слова песни The Epitaph:
...so pale are the traces 'neath moonlight triumphant,
I glide through the fog in noctambulant fever,
Lifebridges contort as I yield to the...
...so pale are the traces 'neath moonlight triumphant,
I glide through the fog in noctambulant fever,
Lifebridges contort as I yield to the...