Dragon's Ear Testo

That drapes her shape from fangs of fear

I love you my love
Please taketh this heart which I bear
O heal my sorrow
Weareth my arms like a charm
Through the dales of your doom

Our lives are merely trees of possibilities.

(*Dworn-Machinery of war, a bronze frame with wheels of white ivory and the horns of a gazelle for steering, so sayeth Agadinmar.)