scattered leaves When the first light from A late, yet crimson dawn Shined through the morning mist She was dead and so reborn Caught in a web of silver
scattered leaves When the first light from A late, yet crimson dawn, Shone through the morning mist... She was dead... and so reborn. Caught in a web
scattered leaves when the first light from a late, yet crimson dawn, shined through the morning mist... she was dead... and so reborn. caught in a web
