Текст песни Galadriel - It Ends When The Moon Loses Its Face
Galadriel - It Ends When The Moon Loses Its Face слова песни
A bizarre picture of the deathThat paints with the bloodIn the canvas of your faceIt ripples in the whirlpool of a danceYour palm`s in the gestureOf the last minute of lifeIt cools mineYou ripple in the whirlpool of the danceThe insane dance of usIt ends when the moon loses its faceI fade in the rippling levelOf the labyrinth of timeBlood tears of mine flowOut of my eyesBlood tears of mine flowOut of my eyelidsIn a beauty sealed foreverThere reflects our endOur dancing shade on the wallsLike a gobelin patternIn the breeze of my clothesAnd the garland of lilies the time stopped