Since the first of hours, of childhood and thereon. In all my views and pond'rings, I have felt alone. Beauty I had savored in other sights than all. And a twisted grandeur I've seen in things that fall.
I always found fulfillment, being on my own. And in my plays and passions I hit my distinct tone. From their source of delights, peace I never found. But from deep within me, my true self was unbound.
Enter the wolf!
Night hunt, so cold! Wolf heart, so lone!
Soul eyes, so blind! Dark star, so bright!
Sprawling was my anger, being chained to their, notions uniforms and ambitions so austere. But that wrath transcended to a thing divine. Creations and catharsis and pride, they were all mine.
Pride alike the peacock, I felt it to the core. From every cell and marrow, its results did outpour. Like the bird's adornment the wheel magnificent. It had manifested in beauty of no end.
Now spread thy wheel!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
