Nightfall – AmorphisBy As a rot to rape the spring sown seedA plague sprang forth of his tracksChurns ran red when cows milked bloodAnd famine cracked poor backsWho would hear a lament sadUnder the bright blue skyThat’s sung in hovels dark and lowWith eyes too weak to cryBut horror be the nightfall’s gloomFor the man upon the roadWhen moon doth laugh at worthless livesTwice hard for all promise showedEmpty stare upon his faceNine fathoms deepHe set upon the road againOn ground that bears no seed www.pillowlyrics.com419786497975 88k 20