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?