The Wolven Storm (Priscilla’s Song)

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These scars long have yearned for your tender caress
To bind our fortunes, damn what the stars own
Rend my heart open, then your love profess
A winding, weaving fate to which we both atone

You flee my dream come the morning
Your scent – berries tart, lilac sweet
To dream of raven locks entwisted, stormy
Of violet eyes, glistening as you weep

Za wilczym śladem podążę w zamieć,
I twoje serce wytropię uparte.
Przez gniew i smutek, stwardniałe w kamień,
Rozpalę usta smagane wiatrem.

Z moich snów uciekasz nad ranem,
Cierpka jak agrest, słodka jak bez…
Chcę śnić czarne loki splątane,
Fiołkowe oczy mokre od łez…

I know not if fate would have us live as one
Or if by love’s blind chance we’ve been bound
The wish I whispered, when it all began
Did it forge a love you might never have found?

The Wolf I will follow into the storm
To find your heart it’s passion displaced
The Wolf I will follow into the storm…

The wish I whispered, when it all began
Did it forge a love you might never have found?