The Twilight Is My Robe

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 full moon 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
Separates 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