Текст песни Анориэль - Тургон

Be my sorrow tonight
Sharper than spicy.
As impossible, no pity
Roads to the island ...
The siege will be knotted
The grass is burning to ashes.
And in her is your face, your face
Again your words.

Here faith melts like snow
Heat killed hands.
Lips curl - scream or laugh
On the edge of parting?
As the silk of the banners burns easily
And crumbles.
And in the white foam of the clouds -
The shadow of your face.

Forward. Shout or be silent
Two names in the heart ...
Forward, swords are sharpened
Sharper than the truth.
It was all decided long ago
For providence.
... And singing is probably a sin
Before the fall.