Melancholy perverts
Temperaments eclipse
Everything that man skirts
The ill-humor grips
With curses or laughter
A time will come
When now and hereafter
You shall be numb
Melancholy perverts
Temperaments eclipse
Everything that man skirts
The ill-humor grips
With curses or laughter
A time will come
When now and hereafter
You shall be numb