Donato Giancola: Lancelot and Guinevere
It's the end of the day, and the night is coming fast
With the last rays of the sun, leave a blaze for the dark
It's getting cold around (around around.. )
With the sounds of night, on the echoes of the day
Now it's time like every night, for the lady of the night
She's walking down the streets, like a ghost through the fog
She's got mist, all around, and she can get your soul
Listen, she's walking around,
Got to her touch
Never seen her face, but someone sense's her spirit
Like a loud cry
Lady, lady, of the night
