Bleak (Wuthering Heights)

On the wings of Lucifer
I'll fly to live in your dreams
In the land of the dead hopes
Where the souless roam

Please don't leave me here
Take me to those moors
Open your eyes as the rain falls
Let it wash...

Snowstorm in the summer
Cold wind blowing and freezing the land
See! The clouds are hanging
Oppressively low in the heavens
So low...

Never again I'll feel you haunting me
Moving silently across the lonely hills
But when I close my eyes
In my dreams I still can see those bleak lands
So dark...yet so beautiful