Called into the trail of rain. Where she saw the red drops start to melt away. She knew it came, knew what it claimed. The virgin taste in the air turned wrong. What it stole she'll ever chase after. Her beauty lit by the coming storm.
But she casts an ugly shadow.
Two girls can play, but three was okay. Or so it would seem, but her youth was last seen Where the cross marks the wolven lair. Hand in hand they'd whisper things but seldom said their prayers.
Solace life, torn from her sleeve And, a new relief en-cloaked in a redden dream.
By lunar phase I claw through timber and dirt. But she casts and ugly shadow. To confront the one and end this curse. But she casts...
A shadow wrought with stifled screams, Revenge a blade stilled at it peaks.
"You sough me, here I stand. Clad in guilt for who I am" "My former life has dawned, the young and sweet have grown and gone. Tell me wolven-she, does she rest now between your teeth?" "Its true, but know its the laws of nature that still govern me."
In time more girls will play and tiny crosses will mark their place. For it lies sedate in her wolven lair. Hand in hand she watches them, they didn't say their prayers.
Solace life, torn from her sleeve. And, a new relief en-cloaked in a redden dream.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
