We have yet to learn The sorrows of yearning… (Separation from necessity)
Those brought together by fate’s design Desire and embrace Haven and hearth
One hand scarred and hindered The other battle-cleaved and absent An intermittent apparition: “In my dreams, I have two hands...” (they said)
No sword in hand, No lute will sing. Fate sundered Their essence.
(to) Catalogue his loss amid all the rest; Shelter his defeat among all of ours.
Those brought together by fate’s design Desire and embrace Haven and hearth
These souls grasping for each other Separated by secrets, diversions We were once connected, now cleft; An amaranthine illusion
Separate from those Who could know us No hand in mine, No voices singing (together) Solemn dissociation Dressed as eloquence We all sunder Our essence
We have yet to learn of love The sorrows of yearning… Secrets of the heart.
No sword in hand, No lute will sing. Fate sundered Our essence.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
