Devotion Songtext

von Aesma Daeva

Devotion

Her beauty must success less prove
For this heart is stronger charms
Feeble, feeble arms and hurtless dart
She will not in war prevail

Alas what hopes to wound a heart
She will not live to tell the tale
She will not live to tell the tale
Nothing, nothing!

3. In My Holy Time

(There were three)
(There were three)
(There were three)
(There were three)
...

As I walked on my own
As I look for my dear home
I felt the sun leaving me
White choruses wait for me

"Where shall we our breakfast take?"
Said the first raven
Down in yonder green field
There lies a knight slain under his shield

Down comes his follow doe
As great with young, as she might go
She lift up his bloody head
And kissed his wounds that were so red

She got him up on her back
And carried him to earth and lake
She buried him before the prime
She was dead herself before night time

Do you still see me?
Do you still see me?