Texty písní Aesma Daeva The Eros Of Frigid Beauty In My Holy Time (Part 1)

In My Holy Time (Part 1)

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There were three
There were three
There were three
There were three
Ravens...

As I walked on my own
As I look for my dear home
I felt the sun leaving me
White choruses wait for me

"Where shall we our breakfast take?"
Said the first raven
Down in yonder green field
There lies a knight slain under his shield

Down comes his follow doe
As great with young, as she might go
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