IRC-Galleria

I am of crimson blood
nought shall hold me
mirror mine the dark of
night
reflects me in water

Ablaze are my eyes
my soul consumed by woe
my braids weaved by the
wind
an image black in my mind

Leave I must now with
haste
me who tires a quiet life
me who s path leads to war

I yearn for more
I yearn to rise
I yearn for everything
I yearn for you
I yearn to rise

Amorphis - I Of Crimson Blood