In this world full of winded corridors cities like maces, towers like thorns I'm not my master, not at all cursed thoughts lead me to my fall Broken thoughts
Take them o'death And bear away Whatever thou canst Call thine own Thine imagine stamped Upon this clay Doth give thee that But that alone Take tem o'
My mind between day and night good and evil like two sides of a coin made of madness sometimes dark sometimes bright Innocence and guilt only shapes
(Intro/Two souls creature triology) The spirit rose Out of the dark Out of the darkwell I fear for my soul, My existence, My life And my heart Spirit
Превод: Betchadupa. В прилепи от Darkwell Lane.
Превод: Darkwell. Пътят към спасението.
Превод: Darkwell. Ladies'choice.
Превод: Darkwell. TSC Ii Спасението (Live).
Превод: Darkwell. Спасението.