Ведьмин круг в долине мхов Lyrics & Chords By Лихолесье

My prime of youth is but a frost of cares, My feast of joy is but a dish of pain, My crop of corn is but a field of tares, And all my good is but vain hope of gain. The day is...read more

The dead child lay in the shroud, And the widow watched beside; And her mother slept, and the Channel swept The gale in the teeth of the tide. But the mother laughed at all. "I...read more

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polulta vasempaan hullu tuuli kulki vasemmalla vainaat kulkee kuin aivan seipäät vasemmalla hevoset kuolaa laahaa vaivoin tiellä vasemmalla ohra palaa ja haudat ahmii ...read more

There is something out of place out of time out of grace something breached something broke are you cold now? you're cold now Break it apart tear it apart there is something...read more