| Song | Wasp-Sting, Thorn, And Arrowhead |
| Artist | Stone Breath |
| Album | The Silver Skein Unwound |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : ? | |
| I've seen the sharp end of an arrow, beneath the horned spring moon | |
| I've felt the sharp edge of a knife, upon the cold winter mud | |
| I've tasted the sweetest wild berries, which I pulled straight from the vine | |
| The wild honey's sweet kiss, summer pressed to my lips | |
| I Feel the grass beneath me; and the soil beneath the grass; | |
| and the roots beneath the soil; and the leaves above the roots... | |
| And you who sings of the forest: have you ever pressed seed to soil? | |
| Or felt the sharp kiss of thorns? - Or slept unter a storm? |
| zuo qu : ? | |
| I' ve seen the sharp end of an arrow, beneath the horned spring moon | |
| I' ve felt the sharp edge of a knife, upon the cold winter mud | |
| I' ve tasted the sweetest wild berries, which I pulled straight from the vine | |
| The wild honey' s sweet kiss, summer pressed to my lips | |
| I Feel the grass beneath me and the soil beneath the grass | |
| and the roots beneath the soil and the leaves above the roots... | |
| And you who sings of the forest: have you ever pressed seed to soil? | |
| Or felt the sharp kiss of thorns? Or slept unter a storm? |
| zuò qǔ : ? | |
| I' ve seen the sharp end of an arrow, beneath the horned spring moon | |
| I' ve felt the sharp edge of a knife, upon the cold winter mud | |
| I' ve tasted the sweetest wild berries, which I pulled straight from the vine | |
| The wild honey' s sweet kiss, summer pressed to my lips | |
| I Feel the grass beneath me and the soil beneath the grass | |
| and the roots beneath the soil and the leaves above the roots... | |
| And you who sings of the forest: have you ever pressed seed to soil? | |
| Or felt the sharp kiss of thorns? Or slept unter a storm? |