THE MOONSTORMS BRINGS THESE CLOUDS OF DEATH I STAND ALONE ON HIGH MOUNTAIN OF LONELINESS
THE LIGHTNINGS BEATS IN IT FOOT SEPARATE ME FROM THIS WORLD NOW I’M READY TO MEET MY TWILIGHT DAWN
MY SPIRIT IS CROWNED BY THORNS OF MY DEAD DREAMS AND DARK VISIONS IN DEPTHS OF MY CONSCIOUSNESS I SEARCH AGAIN FOR THE PLACE WHERE I CAN MEET THE TWILIGHT DAWN MY TWILIGHT DAWN
OH , MY TWILIGHT DAWN SUNRISE OF MY SUNSET AND THE BEGINNING OF MY END OH , MY FUNERAL MOON THOU BEHIND OF ME , AGAIN ... AGAIN
I AM A SNOW MELTING AWAY IN THE FLAME OF THY GRANDEUR AND THY INCONCEIVABLE CREATION I AM THE MYRIADS SUNS WHICH ARE GROWING DIM IN THE LIGHT OF THY ETERNAL GLORY ETERNAL GLORY