paroles de chanson The Last Rose of Cintra - Sonya Belousova feat. Giona Ostinelli
The
last
rose
of
Cintra
Has
blood
upon
her
thorns
A
forgotten
tale
of
Elder
Blood
And
all
futures
past
reborn
Swirling
spheres
of
otherness
Of
hope
and
doom
forlorn
Her
path
could
lead
to
happiness
Or
the
end
of
times
for
all
Ghosts
of
futures
falling
Have
saddled
up
to
ride
Seeking
the
Lion
Cub
of
Cintra
Last
living
of
her
pride
And
every
hand
will
reach
for
The
power
that
lies
untold
The
time
of
ax
and
sword
is
night
Blood-red
seeds
of
war
are
down
So
seek
ye
now
the
White
Wolf
He'll
stay
their
wicked
hand
A
steel
and
silver
burning
heart
To
guide
through
darkened
lands
Your
future
lies
unspoken
In
timeless
emerald
eyes
A
world
may
burn
as
pages
turn
Or
a
savior
may
arise!
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