Letra de November's Eve - Charon

White dreams of sour relish
Four candles in virgins nest
Sweet rhyme of brook flows in our minds... we fly.
Words in a cold frost eve,
Taken by the form of breeze
Falling down before they get to known... the sough
Drunken by a fierce of night
And some who reclaimed my mind
The dark is longer than we thought, so cold.
Black snow shall fade our shapes
Roots of the oak embrace
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Sweet rhyme of brook flows through our times, alive.
A quiet pray, another day
For the words that never said.
November's eve, four of a breeze
For the words that never feels,
Forever we die, forever disdain
In white dreams of sour relish.
Forever white, forever night
Loose love cleaves to a dark.