Mudbloods (The). Out Of The Forbidden Forrest. Concerning The Dementors On The Shore Of The Black Lake. Zeneszám

Legs are too tired to stand,
May never feel happy again.
Body is too tired to fight,
Give myself up to the night.

I see a flaming white stag,
The same one that my father had.
It?s coming to carry me back,
Home, home at last