When the monarch with his hairs of flames tempers his ardour When the cerulean ocean blazes up in a twilight verse Here comes the time when the veil of limbo is deployed Extending its black waves upon the gleaming foam In your den, you're waiting for the crowned moonlight Wyvern, arise, and dazzle the night
Haloed by the alabaster goddess and her sparkling kind Your wings are fluttering like the instruments of the wild In the theatre of the nocturnal arts, threatening creator You're howling with rage about the depths of your gaol
From the mountain cave to the sky orb Your carbuncle is a reckless wandering warrior The cold darkness where you call your solitude Hold astral twin reigning on earth, seas and woods
Underground guardian of some wonders offending the celestial sirens In your chasm by day, the night hides you from the eyes of the sun And the roaming which hammers the rythm of your heart Becomes the fanatic conductor of your solitary scarsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
