Robert Lunte - Nocturne

[Robert Lunte]

 

2:01

"Out of breath and squalid, distilling cryptic fantasies I.

Here in the bogs of poison daylight.

Chase me down unheard-of footways.

Take me with you, evening chum.

And render us fables, both eternal.

I'm not convinced; this ain't the holy land!

Where outcasts reign and never grow old.

And never die!"