Who knew? The sunset could look so sweet? Now she feels the comforting suns warm heat She'll be the legacy of their crimes And she'll grieve until it's the end of time
Though she can't see what the future will hold She continues moving forward The graves and shrines that fuel these horrors Are comforting for this poor explorer
Safekeep the gardens they try to reap For she sleeps in billows and heaps of wheat Creep through the Whispering Woods of old For these trees are something that she calls home
Seamlessly she glides through marshlands And carries the hearts of the lost in her hands She'll pace herself through hidden forests And fight for their warmth until she's sorestTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
