She is older, than the soil on which we walk She is told, to decline but still prevails She is beauty, as the wolves that howl at dark She is sun and moon, in perfect harmony She is heathen virtue, and all that which is true I love myself, and you're in love with you She is white as pure, while the fallen snow is black She is drunken love, the tempting elixir She is love for us, and those who truly see She is order, and the balance after strife She's betrothed, the bride ov perfect light She is stillness just as well, as burning might She is ritual, and peace in stalwart night She is howling, for the right of lively pride She is excellence, and goddess of the light She is beauty, as the wolves that howl at dawn She is glory, in this place of sterling yearn Where the truth prevails, and thirteen candles burn She is blossom, and the bloom for who he bleeds She is like the stars, so luminous and bright She is like the night, a veil of raven light She is beauty, as the wolves we grey and proud She's the axis, from which the world resides She's indulgence, and righteous human pride She is siege and battle, the endless destiny She is swords, gentle touch of victory I love myself, and you're in love with me She is liberty, and insight in completion She is splendour, and the force of heresy She is love, we are wolves of the elite
She is older, than the soil on which we walk She is told, to decline but still prevails She is beauty, as the wolves that howl at dark She is sun and moon, in perfect harmony She is heathen virtue, and all that which is true I love myself, and you're in love with you She is white as pure, while the fallen snow is black She is drunken love, the tempting elixir She is love for us, and those who truly see She is order, and the balance after strife She's betrothed, the bride ov perfect light She is stillness just as well, as burning might She is ritual, and peace in stalwart night She is howling, for the right of lively pride She is excellence, and goddess of the light She is beauty, as the wolves that howl at dawn She is glory, in this place of sterling yearn Where the truth prevails, and thirteen candles burn She is blossom, and the bloom for who he bleeds She is like the stars, so luminous and bright She is like the night, a veil of raven light She is beauty, as the wolves we grey and proud She's the axis, from which the world resides She's indulgence, and righteous human pride She is siege and battle, the endless destiny She is swords, gentle touch of victory I love myself, and you're in love with me She is liberty, and insight in completion She is splendour, and the force of heresy She is love, we are wolves of the elite
