Symptom Lyrics
who bore him over herglistening groundI wonder, do I sense the breathof dragons, steering soundI catch the gust with my handslike an open bowland hope the beast never stillsthe wailing of his mouldI wonder, does it pour me something opaquein mirrormere and gracethis that has lasted for quite some timewill it last throughout all daysThe sound turns undressed back to melike beryls floating in a wide streamI wonder is this the final chanceto fulfill the golden steemThe sound of finchesledged to the skindefy this pledged crynever has it really leaned to me asa burden or an obvious lieI wonder if her silver hornsbestow poison into my chalicefor I feel the stains like I've beentouched, though wounded not fromforeign maliceBe with me and feel with me thesketch of your enchanting skyso I can hold you in my armstight until the day I die
Dodheimsgard Symptom
