The fire burns in the land of the bird's spirit The smoke flows of my bones, I have to go there...
That childish hand discovered the masks in the wood Those bright eyes saw hooded figures, smashed - they streaked in shadows
There places whispered their names And the summer breeze smelled with a winter
Strong timbers absorbed her words And the answer was just a flutter Of winged beings up in the limbs Tallis - the sweetheart of the cripple
Her warrior under "The strong against the storm" Stone talismans scared away all birds The Nature's laws, the love, the death and the knowing Mysterious beings, warriors in furs and bones of prophecy
Endless search for the lost, lost brother Harry Long wandering to the place Place where the life ends and the lost could be found Could be found Lavondyss
Lonely in death, the circle - LavondyssTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
