17 acessos
The trade's on
She drains emotion
To drink from
The breast of fortune
Dreams have frozen
Crystal in the morning
Birthtime rose
A thorn for coronation
All arise from your rest
We'll find enough there to feed you
Soon you'll belong to the blessed
Spare us your lives while we need you
Loud is the music the crowd is ringing
Out of my head as the winter marches on...
Loud is the chorus your voice is bringing
Out of my head as the winter marches on...
Loud is the music the crowd is ringing
Out of my head as the winter marches on...
Loud is the chorus your voice is bringing
Out of my head as the winter marches on...
And on...
Winter marches on...