Anemone
Zeus my Father hold your Son
His Seas have all run dry
The spark of Life fades with the Dawning for those who wait
Under the Blackest Skies, my arms are open wide
Will you deny your Hand in Shaping, for those who know.
His Seas have all run dry
The spark of Life fades with the Dawning for those who wait
Under the Blackest Skies, my arms are open wide
Will you deny your Hand in Shaping, for those who know.