A garment of wool made by knitting Is made for the finest of fitting For a warrior to join the strife And gain on the pathway of this life
Lo, see them raging, thousands ahead A vale full of pain and crimson red Shall I ever temper these forces? Those who taunt us on all our courses
Your astounding beauty far away The only thing I feel is dismay No more I shall see you again 'Cause I already am a dead man
Lurking in the pit of death With my mate's blood for a bed I call up your lively face Vital contrast with this maze Where demise is at one's tail The vultures of hell wail Your astounding beauty far away The only thing I feel is dismay
Crimson red ruby cloth of wool... No more pain, no more dismay…
No more pain No more dismay No more sores No more grieve
The fire of desire cooled down And you, left alone without knowingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
