Satyrian The Dark Gift
We are like? when they stand a cry?
Down the rain
He asks death, but you shall rise
Do this? sky
I plunge in? and flame,
Suffer every shame and blame.
What ear would hear me if I cried,
What could I do to stand?
Time? the shimmery veil,
To the black? starts to run.
I'm not drawn upon to be
The dark gift.
Your heart that cannot lie,
Your love is true, you greedful soul
Won't no more,
New life will come as your tears will dry.
I plunge in? and flame,
Suffer every shame and blame.
What ear would hear me if I cried,
What could I do to stand?
Time? the shimmery veil,
To the black? starts to run.
I'm not drawn upon to be
The dark gift.
Velvet soft
Velvet soft
Time? the shimmery veil,
To the black? starts to run.
I'm not drawn upon to be
The dark gift.
Time? the shimmery veil,
To the black? starts to run.
I'm not drawn upon to be
The dark gift.
