Катенкарт - Охота
текст песни

Hunting

He was born to know
How the night will go
Cut sleep fabric
Line of dreams
He was given a gift
Now on the night
There is a hunt

Strange connection
sweet lie
He was given the scent
Sharp as a knife
Give him a sign
Scarlet rye
There is a hunt

The grove is dark
The smell of grass
In the dance of the eagle
In the song of love
Threads of flax
Traces curl
There is a hunt

Cleaner than ice
Sweeter than honey
Ripe flesh
Warm blood
Semi -jumping
Fully
There is a hunt

Past the fields
Between the pages
Sleepy shadows
Stolen faces
Ripe flesh
Nits falls
There is a hunt