A Tempestade Dos Lobos
The Witcher 3
The Storm of the Wolves
Trace my scars with your fingers
To intertwine our paths
Open the wounds that never close
Until their plots, destiny forms
The Sun takes you away from my dreams
Bittering my sweet day
Wrap myself in your black curls
And swim in the lilac of your gaze
Wolf tracks in the snow guide me
Leading to your motionless heart
Fury and crystallized sadness
Leave your sweet lips ablaze
The Sun takes you away from my dreams
Bittering my sweet day
Wrap myself in your black curls
And swim in the lilac of your gaze
I don't know if you are my destiny
Or if love united us by chance
When I gave voice to my desire
Did you come to me without desiring so?
The Sun takes you away from my dreams
Bittering my sweet day
Wrap myself in your black curls
And swim in the lilac of your gaze
