4 acessos
Thy scarlet fever dawn under min feet
Though min heart yearn to desire innocent moon light
Gelice a wind freezing slights embrace min dreams
Nu, scarlet fever dawn gives its place to fealu
The hleoðor i heart ne æt my footsteps whispers o the night
There is a bard crooning leoð alone in the middle o the voices
Melancholy gives its place to sweet melodies
“whishing angels crying under the fall
How long will fragility keep’n abutan inne min eares?
Forgiefan insouciances o orphaned leaves
Alone melodies o the night nu crooned by myself”
I was wrong! i heard the meaning of sarnes loaded phrase
I was wrong! it would min aloneness nu bard ongemang the mists
I whisper same melodies
I couldn’t escape, scaring modiglice is so far