Ballo Delle Castagne - Ballo delle Castagne

Where have they gone Those proudest of dreamers Their woods are all silenced And the bright halls stand free Children sturdy and flaxen Gewissae bold and free A

Within the wolf and part of the hoody crow The shadow of the midnight owl or scorpion at high noon Lord take this tin can from my lips But warmth only comes fro

Seidman sees through the eyes of birdking Smiles and takes his seat on the chambers floor Pulls up the shroud with the whitened taper Matches the open flame and

Dragons in the sunset Fire ice Dragons in the sunset Upon the darkened sea Sailing through the mists of time Calling unto me Ghost ship black and gleaming Linde

There came a lady fae the west Who left not one cold man here She smelled of trees and ocean breeze The lady of the vanir She kissed the pollen on the rose She

Blue eyed pursuer I fled you for years Till I turned and you shattered My chalice of tears Through the core of my darkness Poured my madness My anger Your epiph

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