forest stream
black swans
Take me in the temple of the evening sun Coming from there where's no life's remained Only the glow reflecting in the eyes of phrentics By the name of LEGION In the imperishable area of heaths, woods and lakes They've been cradled by Is so perfect for magic marvelous dance There is no place to be... And Moonlight chaplet have faded out No sound of their speech meets an ear ... And the rapture that I've been filled with hath turned into the brilliant dew To wash the blood off my face When I came back The dawn was so silver and so golden is the dusk upon the meadows Splashed with poppies Where I've lost myself looking for tomorrow... One day like countless times in sleep I'll come to the wall That hides the abyss beyond... To overcome it on the black wings my hands turn into I'm the one who was gifted by his Sable Majesty And the spirit transfigures... By the grace of your black astral world I have been bewitched And now on my bended knees I am praying "For Thine is the Kingdom"... ...I know they've died and turned into the Black Swans To dance on the forest lake in silver mist and sorrowful grace...