Lirama

Nightfall
A shimmertrace of divinity lost
In the beckoning midnight vault
[we are] lulled within the wake
Of a cold november's
Nightfall

Nightfall

A communion of life and eternity
Of races
Scattered in the depths of the universal dark

Above us minds
Went sailing free
And blossomed in the vast
Nocturnal sea

Paragon of beauty
Oh, spark of creation
We march
(we march) to the rhythm of the night
Starborn flew the dove of man
In the eventide of life
Whose wonders crowned our yesterdays with light

Fire - earth - water - wind
Fire - earth - water - wind

We lived beneath the waning moon of truth
And danced in hunger for the powermind [of youth]

Like the dark
To a dying flame
Sweepingly embracing
Its grieving remains
Defiantly blazing in the black that awaits
Counting the days 'till the new age awaits

Times' lustful cyclones arise
Piercing the fairest of skies
In elysian awakening of spiritual glory
We see what our history belies

Meadows of asphodels
Burning in the hunted dawn
Tragedies die among fiery flames
And the firewood of wisdom is sawn

Our guardians were blind
My ligtbringer ephemeral

Within the heart of all
A cold and dusky melancholy night
As ever sullied the fair face of light

Whose seeds of life they grind
To dust
Of vapour is our mind
Evermore

Paragon of beauty
Oh, spark of creation
We march
(we march) to the rhythm of the night

Nightfall by the shore of time
A tidal wave of fire and woe
Swept away with the last of life
The core of the enigma as bestowed

Our crystal spirits melt to flow
The mountainside (along)
...to join as one with seas of old in symbiotic songs

Communion
Within
The oversoul
Of the universe

We are but fragments of eternity
Pale shadows of what once we'll be

In life's outer regions I will find
The foremost tranquility

Chanting the odes to magonia
A soulstream in flight
To the otherworld
To the otherworld