Holy Hive
A Wind Rose
A wind rose in the night, down the hall
Sorrow plucked my heart, I could not help her, oh, oh

I went and softly stood at her door
Days of grief I stood, candles flaring, oh, oh

The wind was wailing loud, I thought she would have cried
For my warm familiar arms and the sense of being by her side
By her side, side

Candles shadow leave on the wall
She lays before me still, and does not care at all, care at all

The wind was wailing loud, I thought she would have cried
For my warm familiar arms and the sense of bеing by her side
By her sidе, side
By her side, side