Under your spell


Lucky wind from the south
take me to her mouth
grant me her little breeze
and take me to her lips.

Just entries for the dew
like a dream come true
charge me the tired soul
and the breath will go soon.

So, drive me to the valley
and in my coffin I will see
the gather of the clouds
bringing all the sounds.

When I must die, I live
when I must live, I feel
when I must feel, I kiss
when I must kiss, I die.

Please hug me to the end
don’t let me awake
shake me until the nerve
fall under your spell.

Stillzar Flames