Priscilla the Minstrel - The Wolven storm | Текст песни

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• Priscilla the Minstrel
• The Wolven storm

These scars long have yearned for your tender caress.
To bind our fortunes, damn what the stars own
Rend my heart open, then your love profess.
A winding, weaving fate to which we both atone

You flee my dream come the morning.
Your scent - berries tart, lilac sweet...
To dream of raven locks entwisted, stormy.
Of violet eyes, glistening as you weep.

The wolf I will follow into the storm.
To find your heart, its passion displaced.
By ire ever glowing, hardening into stone.
Amidst the cold to hold you in a heated embrace.

You flee my dream come the morning.
Your scent - berries tart, lilac sweet...
To dream of raven locks entwisted, stormy.
Of violet eyes, glistening as you weep.

I know not if fate would have us live as one.
Or if by love's blind chance we've been bound.
The wish I whispered, when it all began.
Did it forge a love you might never have found?

You flee my dream come the morning.
Your scent - berries tart, lilac sweet...
To dream of raven locks entwisted, stormy.
Of violet eyes, glistening as you weep.