Testi:
Lemuria

All witches fly to me... I have torn the veil of dreams, Enraptured by (the gleam of) moon-frost's caress, My heart is held in icy thrall, The horned

Black stone summoning the eternal power of the winter moon... Fen-witch revel in ancient spellcraft, Beneath a horned and waning moon Enchantress, heather

Silvern skull, sable shroud, ebon tower, onyx crown. Witchfire, black citadel, frost-shrouded steel, moon-veiled spell. The skyqueen of the dead rides

agleam, The moon slips 'neath the darkening sea, The trees sing enthralling chants as the old gods dream... As a black moon broods over Lemuria, Ebon

Modestly silencing the treasure beneath the elastic palisade Your body recites a suspicious confidence That pushes me away We're making love like it'

How large of a saw was used to cut us apart While our terribly considerate And unblaming mother lies dead with her art Separated but never equaled A

He doesn't price his paintings Before the canvas dries His life is living colors like the ones in the sky On the fourth of July You can keep the closet

Remember that street we grew up on You'd guide me on the radio flyer Remember pushing the leaves into big piles You'd always jump in first While I got

You're home for the holidays. You said maybe we could spend some time together, to catch up on each other. I don't understand why you won't quit, when