The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt - Присцилла (ENG) | Текст песни

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• The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt
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These scars long have yearned for your tendet caress.
To bind our fourtunes, 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 growing, 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 be love's blind chance we've been bound.
The wish I wispered, 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.