Don't drink the wine, it could be blood This torrent could be thine Turbid water cannot gleam Your amity to truth departs
The moonlit sky is lightning up in lands where shadows dream my thoughts
I want to deny my frown This war starves out my faith it naughts my peace Weed stamps on it's guilt, it crumbles off Ere you were born was beauty summer's dead
Find the first conceit of love there bred Faith falling... No bitterness that I have bitter thing Doom's calling
Whatever midnight hath been here The flames of love I cannot view So glid my path with thine eyes Winter's cold falling deep
Make glad seasons as thou fleets through crystal brooks where silence heats Winning, when I saw myself to lose Ruined love is built anew
On thorns rose stand Two mourning eyes thy face Bashful dreams, my soul is fled where late sweet birds sand
Solicit your evil minds wandering through the morning fog Through the grove where trees conceal the light Through the leaves, through fallen snow
My tears on your skin but water cools not pain from my soul which in thy breast doth lie (It's useless shine it may forbear, the weeping days to chase)
Find the first conceit of love there bred Faith falling... No bitterness that I have bitter thought Doom's calling...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
