It was all true A parlor strode and the night sets forever I stray in the quiet cold And you gird me when I dare to listen Elastic meadow, endless arms
It was all true A parlour strode, and the night sets forever I stray in the quiet cold And you gird me when I dare to listen Elastic meadow, endless
Vertaling: Opeth. Advent.
: It was all true A parlour strode, and the night sets forever I stray in the quiet cold And you gird me when I dare to listen Elastic meadow, endless
