Attar of Evermore Carmen by Morgana Isabelle Lyrics

Lucid is the evening in front of his eyes
which shine like stellae.
Came up his crying to move my heart,
squandered hatred,
the golden key that laid its foundations
on my lap.
I wept out not to leave him up suspended
at my cries. The garden told me.
Who was that breeze grating on my rostrum?
Spring dew, there is no hoarfrost...
just a light oh my Lord heaven scent
I was almost on held about to drown.