Текст песни Crown Of Autumn - The Nettle Path Of Grief
Crown Of Autumn - The Nettle Path Of Grief слова песни
In a portrait of evil and beauty, sneers she, Empress of ravens and owlsBy a firmament flourished of darkness she`s adorned with nettle and thornsThroned`neath the fiery deluge, the tears you once weptThen turned to tongues of flames under Samael`s spellThou givest to the prescribed that disdainful glanceWich damns the crowd gathered around the scaffoldWith branches as frame Artemis navigates the nightWhile the horizon thou scan nigh the Duke of RainsLaid onto meads of decrepitude are crying the Legions of Pride"Non Servian!""Tough wind, that moanest loud grief too sad for song;Wild wind, when sullen cloud knells all the night long;Sad storm , whose tears are vain, bare woods whose branches strain;Deep caves and dreary main, wait for the world`s wrong!"