Paroles de Om

om divine breath healing summer breeze flowing, filling, feeling failing to go through but alive below cooling ashes millenary beds of fire gone off om magic comes to revive the flame little hand of elves the silken hands of fairies entwined they work, charms of glory millenary sparks of fire set off never loosing sight of the blue sky seeking the first ever lullaby om blessed be the divine spark in me gentle guiding light leading home to soul unleashed the spells of fear and blindness millenary veils of fire blown off. never loosing sight of the blue sky seeking the first ever lullaby