Tytuł: Watchful spirit's care

• Wykonawca: Darkseed
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I gave her eyes my own to take
   and round she turned my sake
   My hands in need
   and gave herself indeed
  
   I met a girl down in the meads
   A fading rose was on her cheeks
   Her honey eyes dreaming wild
   Full beautiful, a fairy-child
  
   And on the floor she's all alone
   I sit upon this cold, grey stone
   And I dream my time away
   yet conversing as I may
  
   And the stars through the spears
   My heart waters full of tears
   Run in blood down the wall
   for another give you ease
   Do you know who made you?
   You are called by what you do
   Into spheres, spheres we see
   Joy reduces to misery
  
   I feel my strenght to fade
   Almost asleep, my only sake
   She spoke the words, used the clue
   "I love you true..."
  
   And the fields, black and bare
   The eternal winter's there
   Fed with cold, fearless hands
   in a rich and fruitful land
  
   And the sun does never shine
   Joy another loss of mine
   In what distant deeps or skies
   burned the fire of your eyes?
   Never end...