Slowly turns the key of time in the lock of promises broken
In mute silence of my space I crouch under my yearning
Under my yearning
The works of my gods receding now
Evade my grasping hands
Her hair I would long to adorn with glowing stars
Her brow with shining sun!
In silver I would trace the moon shine of her grace
The shining one!
Perfection of the skies I knew
And memories of my deeds fade away beyond my reach
And change to lonely nights
Her hair I would long to adorn with glowing stars
Her brow with shining sun!
In silver I would trace the moon shine of her grace
The shining one!
The shining one!
Her hair I would long to adorn with glowing stars
Her brow with shining sun!
In silver I would trace the moon shine of her grace
The shining one!
