слова песни Darkseed - Craft Her Spell
Enchanting mights overwhelming me
with skin pale as fiery snow
and eyes dark as night...
My growing heart - bleeding
I craft her spell
A rising fountain of lust
One more staring glance
and my favour will never lust!
I am armed to suffer with quietness of spirit
Soft stillness with the touch of night's sweet harmony
She seeks my life
Her love drops as gentle rain from heaven