Watch the rain fall onto the ground
And thunder roar from the dull sky
Watch my blood pervading the soil
Up in these mountains high
Watch the storm birds rending the clouds
And wind howls the tragedy
Feel the sorrow of my heart's voice
There is nothing left of me
But into your arms I lay my soul
Beneath your eyes I pass this world
Behold the mystic-green fires
Dancing amid this circle of stones
Shrouded by their growing ire
I meet what was foretold
Many wars I fought and won countless battles
But one had I lost
And now these blood-red roses
Reclaim for me your soul
Dying, screaming, I soar to heaven shore
Loving, weeping, I finally call you my own
Of Witch and Warlord
© Copyright: Чёрное Сердце, 2011
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