Wolven Storm (English)

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

The Wolf I will follow into the storm

To find your heart, its passion displaced

By ire ever growing, hardening into stone

Amidst the cold to hold you in a heated embrace

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

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?

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