| Sylent Wynds Of Spyryt | ||||||||||||||||||
| The Conjour Of Breeze |
Speak with thine eyes And not by thy word For words echo silent In chambers unheard. Love with the soul And not with the heart For a pulse can be silenced By an envious dart. Nuskat. '98 | |||||||||||||||||
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I seek the star to which becomes My never-ending dream. And chance to find my life preclaimed On the ever-flowing stream. Try I might to change the path It always leads me home. Back to arms that watch me close No matter where I roam. Nuskat. '98 | Contact By Will | |||||||||||||||||
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| Desire To Serve |
Here amongst the brittled pines I find myself asleep Knowing once that I wake up I'll have to swim the deep Fearing not forever more I've learned my lessons well To serve with love and tenderness Or send you straight to hell. I'll watch your eyes for truthfulness I'll listen to your soul I'll help you understand the rite I'll even make you whole. Deceive me once I will forgive Deceive me twice you'll find The game you play is ill-advised With one of Spyryt Mynd. Nuskat. | |||||||||||||||||
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