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Wilding EP - Murro’s Wilderness Текст песни: The Forest sings, My friend lies still. We rest beneath the trees, As sunlight stirs the breeze. A knight with wooden sword in hand, My boar, my steed, we stand. No fears, no chains, The wind, our reins. In this place, I stand with pride You’ re here, my guide, Our glory I will chase. The wind grows still while the clouds are rolling in, Yet here with you, I feel… within… A gentle warmth that is holding me close, Through this endless quiet, and soft repose, Where calmness flows, A gentle warmth that is calming my soul, But snow begins to fall, A blanket hides it all. The snow rise pulls us in, But I feel no cold, How?… The final warmth, the last embrace? As we face the storm’s tide, in this fading light, I take my Hero’s place, By your side. Автор: Twitter @idvclue
