Mångata

Your feet are hanged Over the verge Of your bed As if you don’t believe in monsters I thought we were brave I thought we were brave Know, your mountains of love They beaconed unknown again Gorged the passages of The things we could understand So you torn us apart Your shoulder became my hearse As your kiss draped the water Our only belonging was light Know, your mountains of love They beacon unknown again Gorged thе passages of The things we could undеrstand So you tear us apart Your shoulder became my hearse As your kiss draped me...

Submitted by Morgoth — Feb 14, 2026