Priscilla's Song - The Wolven Storm

Run your finger on the trail of my scars,
To connect our ways, in defiance of stars.
Open these wounds, and then heal them,
Until they arrange themselves in the intricate pattern of fate.

You escape from my dreams in the morning,
Sour as a gooseberry, sweet as a lilac.
I want to dream about tangled black curls,
About violet eyes, moist with tears.

In the wake of wolf I'll go in the snowstorm
And I'll track your stubborn heart down.
Through anger and sadness,
Hardened into stone, I'll kindle the lips lashed with the wind.

You escape from my dreams in the morning,
Sour as a gooseberry, sweet as a lilac.
I want to dream about tangled black curls,
About violet eyes, moist with tears.

I don't know if you are my destiny,
Or if love has bounded us by blind luck.
When I uttered my wish,
Did you fall in love with me in spite of yourself then?

You escape from my dreams in the morning,
Sour as a gooseberry, sweet as a lilac.
I want to dream about tangled black curls,
About violet eyes, moist with tears.