The Twilight Is My Robe

Unto you I whisper

The wildest dreams

In the coldness of night

Shrouded in crystals

Through a frosty dusk

Souls of the fullmoon awaits

Their shadows ablaze

We are all bending

Our tired leaves over your empty shell

In the sign of true esteem

Are you beloved lord

Sighing deep under these waterfalls

The birds of the sun

Seperates these dark clouds

While the winds of winter sleeps gently around

I am sworn to the oath

To breathe

At the waters I dwell

The waves are still whispering

Ancient lullabies

I die

While our mystic brothers still seek

Under your command I will obey

In my vision

You are the embodiment of pure freedom

But through my eyes you are made of stone