ترانه:
Gardenian Murder

Why don't you... Feel like I feel The true Reality My words are no lies But yet not devine

Die Nacht liegt wie Blei auf Schloß Darkmoor Sir Henry liest Financial Times. Zwölf mal schlägt gespenstisch die Turmuhr der Butler

: Down in the willow garden, me and my love did meet And as we sat a-courting, my love fell off to sleep I had a bottle of burgundy wine; my love, she

Down in the willow garden, me and my love did meet And as we sat a-courting, my love fell off to sleep I had a bottle of burgundy wine; my love, she