Demether - Her Last Home lyrics

Just like oil on canva**… Touch of red, mostly black… Thick are the air and the fog that hide her from you… Weeps… shadow… Cries … sparkle… "She sleeps, she sleeps…" Once in time, there she was Standing by the willow tree Longing for an old feeling, being his… Now she is like a torn flower Alone… Among the trees, and underneath the leaves There is her last home, she lies there all alone