Paroles de The Wolven Storm - Priscilla's Song

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' en twisted, 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 Admidst 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' en twisted, 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' en twisted, stormy Of violet eyes, glistening as you weep