[00:00.00] 作词 : Aleksandra Motyka
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Marcin Przybyłowicz
[00:25.20]These scars long have yearned for your tender caress. To bind our fortunes, damn what the stars own
[00:38.80]Rend my heart open, then your love profess. A winding, weaving fate to which we both atone
[00:50.90]You flee my dream come the morning. Your scent - berries tart, lilac sweet
[01:03.30]To dream of raven locks entwisted, stormy. Of violet eyes, glistening as you weep
[01:17.10]The wolf I will follow into the storm. To find your heart, its passion displaced
[01:28.80]By ire ever growing, hardening into stone. Amidst the cold to hold you in a heated embrace
[01:41.90]You flee my dream come the morning. Your scent - berries tart, lilac sweet
[01:54.10]To dream of raven locks entwisted, stormy. Of violet eyes, glistening as you weep
[02:07.80]I know not if fate would have us live as one. Or if by love's blind chance we've been bound
[02:21.40]The wish I whispered, when it all began. Did it forge a love you might never have found?
[02:33.20]You flee my dream come the morning. Your scent - berries tart, lilac sweet
[02:45.80]To dream of raven locks entwisted, stormy. Of violet eyes, glistening as you weep

作词 : Aleksandra Motyka
作曲 : Marcin Przybyłowicz
These scars long have yearned for your tender caress. To bind our fortunes, damn what the stars own
Rend my heart open, then your love profess. A winding, weaving fate to which we both atone
You flee my dream come the morning. Your scent - berries tart, lilac sweet
To dream of raven locks entwisted, stormy. Of violet eyes, glistening as you weep
The wolf I will follow into the storm. To find your heart, its passion displaced
By ire ever growing, hardening into stone. Amidst the cold to hold you in a heated embrace
You flee my dream come the morning. Your scent - berries tart, lilac sweet
To dream of raven locks entwisted, stormy. Of violet eyes, glistening as you weep
I know not if fate would have us live as one. Or if by love's blind chance we've been bound
The wish I whispered, when it all began. Did it forge a love you might never have found?
You flee my dream come the morning. Your scent - berries tart, lilac sweet
To dream of raven locks entwisted, stormy. Of violet eyes, glistening as you weep