Оригинален текст
Dying into a dance,
The wait will be over soon.
The vision is gone, What is left to see?
A poison for the eye, a cure for the heart
And the end of all faith.
Dying into a dance,
The wait will be over soon.
The vision is gone, What is left to see?
A poison for the eye, a cure for the heart
And the end of all faith.