9 acessos
Her frosted essence hints of winter coming closer, like the lasttime
My yearning presence's waiting for the dawn of grace, like thelast time
After fall of leaves her spell was gone, black dyed november
After fall of leaves my love was gone, black dyed november
The snow has fallen and the woods are veiled by her, she's sobewitching
Greyness, of sullen mourning skies are torn asunder, she's sobewitching
After the leaves have fallen down…
After fall of leaves her spell was gone, black dyed november
After fall of leaves my love was gone, black dyed november