The Wolven Storm (Metal Cover by Skar Productions)
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 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 us 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