Celtic Frost (Sorrows of the Moon)+Lyrics in Description

The song Sorrows of the Moon by Celtic Frost from the album Into the Pandemonium. All rights belong to Celtic Frost and Sanctuary Records Group Lyrics: This evening the moon dreams more lazily As some fair woman, lost in cushions deep With gentle hand caresses listlessly The contour of her breasts before she sleeps On velvet backs of avalanches soft She often lies enraptured as she dies And gazes on white visions aloft Which like a blossoming to heaven rise When sometimes on this globe, in indolence She lets a secret tear drop down, by chance A poet, set against oblivion Takes in his hand this pale and furtive tear This opal drop where rainbow hues appear And hides it in his breast far from the sun Please Subscribe!