Resin کے بول

A sad song it was, through renewal it brought and a month seems sometimes shorter than a half nights longing hidden and hard are the reasons for war polar twist, invert and flea I can´t disolve this feeling of mine but patience will unlock the door and the maps of reasons re-written for me when the wait is over and the punishment is due each day I crawl to the hall of the giants and beg for mercy - and I beg for mercy in vein one night is a mare - two is worse How can I manage three ?