Summer bleeds its last shades of green To the darkened pool of dead emotions Pond of decayed dreams and withered love Why should I carry on, when
The sun sets below the foam of the ocean And the shore is fast asleep I stood on the mountain and sang When my verses hit the water they were already
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Longing, yearning / wishful, dread Plaintive, mourning / woeful, weary Cruel be the wind that carries this tune, Song Clad in mourning veil. Deaf
your Christian beliefs Malignant disease with no redeem A wolf, feasting on the sheep's Black as pitch, cold as ice Traveller of darker paths Vargtimmen
