ترانه:
Black Moria

it back again Because the fire's burning low And the wind is blowing mighty cold Staring at the pieces of my dim reflection As I look into this Black

back again because the fire's burning low and the wind is blowing mighty cold. Staring at the pieces of my dim reflection as I look into this Black

s black coffee - little bit 'o cream Sweet brown sugar - my midnight dream Black pearl - my kinda girl Just the kind of thing to rock my world Black

's black coffee - little bit 'o cream Sweet brown sugar - my midnight dream Black pearl - my kinda girl Just the kind of thing to rock my world Black

In this world of rare emotions, In this world of tight chains. You're the only one in this wide ocean, You make the feeling of love prevail. In the distance

Who wants to separate The world we know From our beliefs And who sees only black and white Distinguish loss from sacrifice Someday we may come to peace