From long ago, from days of... «Cold Obsidian»
ursin8 июня 2021From long ago, from days of old The Grey Tower guards the world Where snow from northern mountains cold Through open windows swirled. Hark! The winds are singing Howling, loud and shrill, Hark! The winds are bringing Sad news and chill.
Unsleeping, o’er the wide world’s spread The Grey Tower keeps its stand Again, again its stern lord sped To some far distant land. Hark! The winds are singing Howling, loud and shrill, Hark! The winds are bringing Sad news and chill.
From southern realms with promise good He heard the warm wind blow; He’d meet again the one he loved So many years ago. Hark! The winds are singing Howling, loud and shrill, Hark! The winds are bringing Sad news and chill.
And yet though oft some troubles draw Them near, but still apart, Their key to happiness is no more – No meeting there of heart. Hark! The winds are singing Howling, loud and shrill, Hark! The winds are bringing Sad news and chill.
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