Forever Cursed - Dodsferd

No voice, no singing, I call at the distance. Only like sad whaleos songs resound from dark fog Mournful the soul lacerating lamentations. Only the silent wind,

Hear my song, which my breast opens me, To my hands can lay my heart into your palms of hand. My love, my love is mournful ship Sinked in the sea, in the sea of

Look of my eyes, full of sadness Spread diffusely on affable curves Of your innocent body. My sorrow is waterfall dash tompieces About crystal surface of finded