The Wolven Storm - Priscilla's Song (multilanguage)
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.