介绍： 红花侠
Gríma:
A scent of roses in her hair,
A silver laugh that plays the air,
And once again sweet Éowyn is near you.

We fell like stars, we're falling still.
We share the dark; we always will.
Who else but you could lead me to my heaven?

This was written on the wind
And it's useless to fight.
Will you be ...

介绍： 红花侠
Gríma:
A scent of roses in her hair,
A silver laugh that plays the air,
And once again sweet Éowyn is near you.

We fell like stars, we're falling still.
We share the dark; we always will.
Who else but you could lead me to my heaven?

This was written on the wind
And it's useless to fight.
Will you be my fallen angel tonight?

Éowyn, I thought you knew--
I understand the dark of you.
Give in to me...it's time that we were dancing.

That scent of roses fills your hair.
Your silver laughter chills the air.
I'm falling when sweet Éowyn draws near.

And no one has touched me;
My soul's my own.
Éowyn, you, too,
Walk the night alone.
Come hear me, come near me;
Don't feel morose!
No one moves my heart--
But you come close.

And every day is bittersweet
When Éowyn is all you meet....

I breathe the roses in your hair.
I feel your heat. I touch your air.
You frighten me...or could it be I love you?

The moon begins to fly the sky;
The sun will rise, and so will I
To greet a day that's filled with Éowyn.