quinta-feira, 18 de maio de 2006

Crase To Existe


A velvet breath of life
enchants the garden of delight
Her voice within these winds
The flower so serene
Her cold and silent wail
Descend like midsummer rain
Bury my heart in thine
A taste of heavens wine

Beneath a fullmoon bright
she comes with gowns flowing wide
With bloodlike lips of faun
Enchanting eyes of dawn
Towards the moon she gaze
A lonely tear runs down her face
For all she lost in life
buried so deep inside

Leaves...
dance in her precious éden
where she lies deep
Her loss in life engraved
in dusk and angeltears

Enlight the night within me
Lead me there
where my heart lies buried
beneath the seven seas…

Morten Velant

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