Demether - Her Last Home текст песни

Just like oil on canvassЕ
Touch of red, mostly blackЕ
Thick are the air and the fog that hide her from youЕ

WeepsЕ shadowЕ
Cries Е sparkleЕ
УShe sleeps, she sleepsЕФ

Once in time, there she was,
Standing by the willow tree,
Longing for an old feeling, being hisЕ

Now she is like a torn flower,
AloneЕ

Among the trees, and underneath the leaves,
There is her last home, she lies there all aloneЕ