Read the words I collected for you Sing of drowning in lakes of your eyes Calliope lightning the stars above that pine
To you, my beloved concubine I gifted poems of brine You were Beatrix, muse of hellfire, spawn of love
As the winds inflate anger And the storm is raging on Raven wings and magic runes I foresee your crucible Dancing heathen ancient rites At the light of the torches Reading fates into the stones I invoke pagan forces
Leave my ashes to the wind Scatter my remains into the sea Leave them sink into Oblivion and on Warden of the bane
Art is judgement without any court I was a jester tied at the stake Giving my heart away until it ached
As the winds inflate anger And the storm is raging on Raven wings and magic runes I foresee your crucible Dancing heathen ancient rites At the light of the torches Reading fates into the stones I invoke pagan forces
Leave my ashes to the wind Scatter my remains into the sea Leave them sink into Oblivion and on Way before the cost At your throne of apathy My poetry has died within my pain I will not embroider words for you, again Warden of the bane
Leave my ashes to the wind Scatter my remains into the sea Leave them sink into Oblivion and on Way before the cost At your throne of apathy My poetry has died within my pain I will not embroider words for you, again Warden of the baneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
