Dark Tranquility
Tidal Tantrum
Come death or dearling the claws of the raven hold fast enticed and starving a lustful revenge to the last
Unlight flood the seeker's eye
Come flame or false hope gifted in spirit as I Forced upon freedom Let impulse nor stillness be spared
Fierce tidal tantrum nourishing rapture within
Come feast or fire
repellent in forceful defence unchained, forgiving to none solemn in swirling embrace
From Letras Mania