Thy Scarlet fever dawn under min feet Though min heart yearn to desire innocent moon light Gelice a wind freezing slights embrace min dreams
Nu, scarlet fever dawn gives its place to fealu The hleoðor I heart ne æt my footsteps whispers o the night There is a bard crooning leoð alone In the middle o the voices Melancholy gives its place to sweet melodies
“Whishing Angels crying under the fall How long will fragility keep’n abutan inne min eares? Forgiefan insouciances o orphaned leaves Alone melodies o the night nu crooned by myself”
I was wrong! I heard the meaning of sarnes loaded phrase I was wrong! it would min aloneness nu bard ongemang the mists I whisper same melodies I couldn’t escape, scaring modiglice is so far