Venice from Verlorene Welt by Darkwood

In a town of rivers he has seen a girl with auburn hair
In this town of rivers he met the girl and made her longing
In a garden green he looked into her pearl black eyes
In this garden green they tried the apple, sweet and tempting

And she didn't ask his name
In the end it's all the same

But the eyes of envy, of arrogance, of fear and sickness
They would scorn their love, she felt ashamed and told her father
On a cloudy day he passed the stairs he often dreamed of
Walking through the archway, down to the ditch, falling in the water

And she didn't ask his name
In the end it's all the same

In the dark the girl is crying
About her man that was so kind
In this dark she often feels his kiss
With tearstained eyes that make her blind

In an empty church the girl is praying, all on her own
For his desperate soul, for an endless love, and the child unborn
And I see the dying man and want to follow
And I see her crying again, want to console her

And she didn't ask his name
In the end it's all the same
And she didn't ask his name
After all, it's all the same

• Folk
• industrial
• neofolk
• Dresden