Mourning - in wind whipped flesh Sadness - befalls my heart Blood falls - as a spring doth flow The stream of tears must end
I stand with withered soul Alone in my sorrow Neath the branches of ancient oak The stream of tears must end
The will of my kin is met with bereavement For they can leech not my agony I've given birth to desires Yet forever seek tranquility
Descending into whispers once distant and obscure Clarity is discerned from their tongues I lust for an unending coldness And cry to the light of the moon
One with the breeze that rides on the waves I am the stone that lies underfoot My whispers shall rustle the dew covered branches And forever carry my pain
Purified by my own hand Lead me to the open gate In endless lament I Hearken the endTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
