Thus when the sun from's wat'ry bed All curtain'd with a cloudy red , Pillows his chin upon an orient wave; The wand'ring shadows ghastly pale , All troop to their infemal jail Each fetter'd ghost slips to his sev'ral grave .
Act III Scene 1: Thus When The Sun From's Wat'ry Bed von Anthony Rolfe Johnson - Songtext & Covers
