Тексты песен SUN OF THE SLEEPLESS

I bleed - the blade's been sharpened, The wounds have been cut deep, Whilst thou weavest thy carpet And lests the heavens weep. Discouraged hearts thou makest, Bringest the wretches woe, And th

O thou, whose face hath felt the winter's wind, Whose eyes has seen the snow-clouds hung in mist, And the black elm tops 'mong the freezing stars, To thee the spring will be a harvest time. O thou, wh

thou, whose face hath felt the winter's wind, Whose eyes has seen the snow-clouds hung in mist, And the black elm tops 'mong the freezing stars, To thee the spring will be a harvest time.