Here I am, red and sour Mine eye smiling to thy side He lives in a river from Carina's door Washing out the devourer of dying acres
Maybe Salvation deserves this? All in my hand overcame me Eyes on you, I drowned in yours And then... my house forsook me
Lithely trickling away, my name from thee In a slumber-call Hast thou dreamt my name? Haste, my weight is hollow Speak, and it saves me Haste, speak, trust me
Atop a hill, a marvelous night's Lustrous vistas mark the year, creeping along the barony
Phantoms flicker with a licking breeze, admonishing thee of wicked pleasure I scheme to renounce my treasure, with a furtive smile, silence... But tears, they stream for thee
Thou, lusting a dungeon! This land is like... a goblet of the thick and black! Brim-filled before the moon-crest
I'm pondering a wall and poised with knives And then, I look at you... (secretly, of course)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
