Letra de «The Whistler»
Narrator:
The whistler stands below
The street a crimson glow
A devil's night
A minstrel of empty streets
His song of mourning creeps
A shadow's cry
Closing windows cannot end This omen in the wind The horsemen ride And through the starless night Comes thunder of their flight A trembling world
Closing windows cannot end This omen in the wind The horsemen ride And through the starless night Comes thunder of their flight A trembling world
