Priscilla the Minstrel все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы
The Wolven stormThese 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 entwisted, stormy.
Волчья пургаThese 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 entwisted, stormy