• darkness falls
    i leisure walk
    the wind caresses my face

    my eyes rest
    on a silver sky
    but i feel a fire
    like a tripping high
    the cold breeze whispers...
    it whispers sweet nothings into my ear

    oh, night
    i love how you welcome me
    i am happy
    but the azure sky is jealous

    the moon's sky...
    a beautiful sight
    i dwell on the thoughts of yesternight
    i lay at rest
    on a silver fleece
    an eternal peace

    grown men weep
    banshees wail
    but not in the eyes
    of evengale