The Twilight Is My Robe
Unto you I whisperThe wildest dreams
In the coldness of night
Shrouded in crystalsThrough a frosty duskSouls of the full moon awaitTheir shadows ablaze
We are all bendingOur tired leaves over your empty shellIn the sign of true esteemAre you beloved. lordSighing deep under these waterfalls?
The birds of the sunSeparates these dark cloudsWhile the winds of winter sleeps gently aroundI am sworn to the oathTo breathe...
At the waters I dwellThe waves are still whisperingAncient lullabiesI die....While our mystic brothers still seek
Under your command I will obeyIn my visionYou are the embodiment of pure freedomBut through my eyes you are made of stone