Comus - Diana Lyrics
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Diana
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What Are The Lyrics For Diana By Comus?
Lust he follows virtue close
Through the steaming woodlands His darkened blood through bulging veins Through the steaming woodlands Aah, aah Virtue knows he follows softly Through the steaming woodlands Travel light the deathly shudder Down the leafy pathway Aah, ah, aah, ah La-la-la-la-la-la The dim light she comes peering through the forest pines And she knows by the sound of the baying, by the baying of the hounds Diana Diana kick your feet up Lust bears his teeth and whines For he's picked up the scent of virtue And he knows the panic signs Lust cries running with his eyes the white-clad figure fleeting Mud burns his eyes but desire burns his mind Fear in her eyes as the forest grins through the steaming woodlands Lust now his destroyed with enmity disarmed Diana, Diana, Diana, Diana Diana, Diana, Diana, Diana Diana, Diana, Diana, Diana Diana, Diana, Diana, Diana The dim light she comes peering through the forest pines And she knows by the sound of the baying, by the baying of the hounds Diana Diana kick your feet up Lust bears his teeth and whines For he's picked up the scent of virtue And he knows the panic signs Diana Diana kick your feet up Lust bears his teeth and whines For he's picked up the scent of virtue And he knows the panic signs Diana, Diana, Diana, Diana... |
Who Wrote Diana By Comus?
Wayne Shorter
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What's The Duration Of The Diana By Comus?The duration of Diana is 5:08 minutes and seconds. |
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