Тексты песен ENCHANTMENT

Such are lovers more than grace can seem The pictures of the immaculate Even their heaven bows to this earth The fairest, beautiful and withered Not even nature's own shapes can imagine Shamele

With grace my mother can you play the harp Like an angel to a saint I feel so lonely the loved falling far from grasp Dei gratia, heal the wounds that cut so deep To never cease feeling such misery,

O never a breath to hold me Silent is the unstrung harps (in play) The laying of wedding sheets down Envy the masters of my passions Shape me, I am as wet as a widow's eye A youth before my sig

The fear, passing faith, death upon my knees The tears from your eyes, shadows that sign I hold the earth within my hands, O take the beauty that glimpsed you first Thrash the world within your shor

In graceful dance of ever, as fountains have towered above me The days of celebration and that of the foul lake Fathers of the knell... ...burn up the sun And pluck me from my ripeness As passion di

Inbossom my head forth, lead me into silent poetry Wretchedness leaves my eyes desired As labouring claims those golden hairs Come appetise my tongue to heavenly moistures Do lend a breast to gaze up

The grief that lies bleeding in me No less in pity than in glory O creatures that are dearest to me... ...put on your crowns I look into the sky and dream of oceans that are vast O go to them, it is