I gave her eyes my own to take
|
and round she turned my sake
|
My hands in need
|
and gave herself indeed
|
|
I met a girl down in the meads
|
A fading rose was on her cheeks
|
Her honey eyes dreaming wild
|
Full beautiful, a fairy-child
|
|
And on the floor she's all alone
|
I sit upon this cold, grey stone
|
And I dream my time away
|
yet conversing as I may
|
|
And the stars through the spears
|
My heart waters full of tears
|
Run in blood down the wall
|
for another give you ease
|
Do you know who made you?
|
You are called by what you do
|
Into spheres, spheres we see
|
Joy reduces to misery
|
|
I feel my strenght to fade
|
Almost asleep, my only sake
|
She spoke the words, used the clue
|
"I love you true..."
|
|
And the fields, black and bare
|
The eternal winter's there
|
Fed with cold, fearless hands
|
in a rich and fruitful land
|
|
And the sun does never shine
|
Joy another loss of mine
|
In what distant deeps or skies
|
burned the fire of your eyes?
|
Never end...
|
|
-----------------
|
Witchful Spirit's Care
|
| Darkseed |
