Therma 歌词

Not of father, nor of mother was my blood, was my body. I was made from nine blossoms, blossoms of the nettle, oak and thorn, nine powers of nine flowers, nine powers in me combined. Long and white are my fingers as the ninth wave of the sea. I have played in Lloughor, I have slept in purple, my wreath is of red jewels. I know so many songs, my cassock is red all over but I prophesy no evil. A million of angels stand on the point of my knife. I am a wind on a deep lake, I am a tear the Sun lets fall, I am a hawk above the cliff, I am a thorn beneath the nail, I am a hill where poets walk, I am a tide that drags to death. Roses, Servants, Sisters, Goddesses of falls and ruins, Goddesses of the moon barely skimmed, Goddesses of the dumb race you don't have lost me yet."