Priscilla the Minstrel все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы
- The Wolven storm
These 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 пурга
These 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