The Wolven Storm

The Wolven Storm

歌手:Veve

所属专辑:The Wolven Storm

发行时间:2022-12-15

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[00:25.20]These scars long have yearned for your tender caress. To bind our fortunes, damn what the stars own

[00:38.80]Rend my heart open, then your love profess. A winding, weaving fate to which we both atone

[00:50.90]You flee my dream come the morning. Your scent - berries tart, lilac sweet

[01:03.30]To dream of raven locks entwisted, stormy. Of violet eyes, glistening as you weep

[01:17.10]The wolf I will follow into the storm. To find your heart, its passion displaced

[01:28.80]By ire ever growing, hardening into stone. Amidst the cold to hold you in a heated embrace

[01:41.90]You flee my dream come the morning. Your scent - berries tart, lilac sweet

[01:54.10]To dream of raven locks entwisted, stormy. Of violet eyes, glistening as you weep

[02:07.80]I know not if fate would have us live as one. Or if by love's blind chance we've been bound

[02:21.40]The wish I whispered, when it all began. Did it forge a love you might never have found?

[02:33.20]You flee my dream come the morning. Your scent - berries tart, lilac sweet

[02:45.80]To dream of raven locks entwisted, stormy. Of violet eyes, glistening as you weep

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. Of violet eyes, glistening as you weep

The wolf I will follow into the storm. To find your heart, its passion displaced

By ire ever growing, hardening into stone. Amidst the cold to hold you in a heated embrace

You flee my dream come the morning. Your scent - berries tart, lilac sweet

To dream of raven locks entwisted, stormy. Of violet eyes, glistening as you weep

I know not if fate would have us live as one. Or if by love's blind chance we've been bound

The wish I whispered, when it all began. Did it forge a love you might never have found?

You flee my dream come the morning. Your scent - berries tart, lilac sweet

To dream of raven locks entwisted, stormy. Of violet eyes, glistening as you weep

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