Untitled - untill she will returne
Then she can name it, and may name me... At the highlands a song is sang for lust and desire it comes from the poor harsh soil, it nurishes the fire, like reach grapes - lust and wine. Mates since before we can remember Here in the steep lands we chant a tune of conquest and fires to light the cold nights of witner. Mead like passion, as the honney colects through the long furtile summer, our passion colected over spring and summer keeps us warm when the air is frozen. h Whereever you live, whatever your song and himm may ring, we all live on the land we all breath the wind and the sun and we all long for a fire to warm our bones, and a shade to cool the feaver in our heads SEX DRUGS & ROCK'N'ROLL GIVE ME ANOTHER SIP OF THAT BLUES DANCE ME TO THE SOUND OF HARPS AND FIDDLES ש.
Then she can name it, and may name me... At the highlands a song is sang for lust and desire it comes from the poor harsh soil, it nurishes the fire, like reach grapes - lust and wine. Mates since before we can remember Here in the steep lands we chant a tune of conquest and fires to light the cold nights of witner. Mead like passion, as the honney colects through the long furtile summer, our passion colected over spring and summer keeps us warm when the air is frozen. h Whereever you live, whatever your song and himm may ring, we all live on the land we all breath the wind and the sun and we all long for a fire to warm our bones, and a shade to cool the feaver in our heads SEX DRUGS & ROCK'N'ROLL GIVE ME ANOTHER SIP OF THAT BLUES DANCE ME TO THE SOUND OF HARPS AND FIDDLES ש.