Lilly, Yeah

Lilly, yeah, in winter the yards know snow, As I know ice melts, yet can be re-stored. Say fine-line feline, ya don't wanna go. How many built-up banks must I yet fjord? It's not just your voice that ya look to throw, Lovely liquid not so readily poured, You're mine, c'mon, let's say "Make it so", I'm not blind anymore, my Bravest Nord. I'm HypeRion, but that you must know, Since you were savin' most of my hoard While I flew in the grass so very low, Time returns, let's see what all can afford. We never go so far out of our gourd, The Hour's come 'round 'gain to take up my sword.