The Wolven Storm (Priscilla's Song) - Malukah

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?

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

I will follow the wolf's trail into a blizzard,

And I will track down your stubborn heart.

Through anger and sorrow, hardened to stone,

I'll light my windswept lips.

You run away from my dreams in the morning

Tart like gooseberries, sweet as without ...

I want to dream black curls tangled,

Violet eyes wet with tears ...

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?