Mint rose on a hushed night, a spider's web intercepted the street-lanterns glow, it glistened (echo) glistened (echo) spider glisten (echo) spider glisten (echo) sitting in the midst of it's creation, it's wicked little home and even thought the fog barely gave way to light, the distant lanterns lighting the hill road whispered temptations to keep walking. le hurlement silencieux d'une rose mentholée and even thought the fog barely gave way to light, the distant lanterns lighting the hill road whispered temptations to keep walking. le hurlement silencieux d'une rose mentholée The thick black night only let one colour through, the deep red to a mountain rose, it was an innocent yet consuming red, fresh, as if blood split on green stems, the night almost howled a noiseless howl, the wind carried mist over the hill into the black abyss above le hurlement silencieux d'une rose mentholée oooooooooooh ooooh oooh le hurlement silencieux d'une rose mentholée oooooooooooh ooooh oooh le hurlement silencieux d'une rose mentholée
