Paroles de I

he feels a shudder down the death knell and knows fields she roamed for a while they thirst stained crimson thrown down by what once grew green beneath her feet she lies there alone last of an old world torn with darkness gathering deepening - drowning shadows settle silence covers thief cast away refuge exiled here she stayed in a spring bled dry and this summer dead nothing stirs the air any longer as, by the grace of night a spell is lifted leaves to ash soil, root, thorn curse, hurt, cu, scar, gaping wound sworn moon, sun, stars, silent sky the entchantment of life ended