Dalszövegek
Foresi Mario

look out at the water the sullen seas are sound put the mast up out of anger and wished for wind to come but a sail won't bring us forward if the air

: Black candles dance to an overture but I am drawn past their flickering lure to the breathing forest that surrounds the room where the vigilant trees

Black candles dance to an overture but I am drawn past their flickering lure to the breathing forest that surrounds the room where the vigilant trees