Lavinia Valeriana (follow Me) Onto The Morrow
Come, come,
here into my arms
fall to a knee,
to my pseudo-charms.
a rún is ainm dom
The day is ours, this I know,
love and lust, not flowers,
are the seeds we'll sow
Onto the morrow
and many new morns,
and lanced shall be flesh
by concupiscent thorns.
a rún is ainm dom
and lanced shall be flesh
by concupiscent thorns
Come, come,
the sun, over us,
burns its lovers glow
and the grass projects
passions shadow below.
a rún is ainm dom
follow me to see your golden dawn
The day is ours, this I know,
love and lust, not flowers,
are the seeds we'll sow
Onto the morrow
and many new morns,
and lanced shall be flesh
by concupiscent thorns.
and lanced shall be flesh
by concupiscent thorns
Onto the morrow
follow me to see your golden dawn
and many new morns
