Yearning The Temple Of Sagal текст песни, слова песни The Temple Of Sagal Yearning
Yearning - The Temple Of Sagal
The snow falls so softly...
It buries the garden
All prepared for the winter, thou have sowed your seeds
The yearning glance to hills, these thoughts they burn within
They always lead to same, turning the back again
The journey goes on, at night you'll hear a call
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