Night spirit calling me into the darkness of the trees calling me to where the green one lies with lichen and moss on her oak-flesh thighs spirals of woad decorate her skin calling me wayward, drawing me in
Moonbeams cast on the forest floor are lighting my way to her secret door
Night spirit calling me into the darkness of the trees calling me to where the green one sleeps the mist of her breath on the ivy creeps white as the owl that take the bird soft as the cry that she has heard
Night spirit calling me into the darkness of the trees calling me to where the green one breathes shadow and light on the falling leaves wet as the rain that roots the seed with a promise that's kept in the darkening treesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
