Dreams bourne up by the breath of the moon And bathed in silvery light Asleep are her children lying upon beds of stone Where stands the silent and still whispering ones
Beware the beast with a thousand eyes and yet we are safe here for it is blind Shadows play, the time has come to dance to the tune of the Evening Sun
Enthralled, blue and green dance with white Within the colour of black, endless night Watched by wishes and dreams long since past And turn, spinning in thrice, without rest
Amidst each river and sylvan glen are creatures far wiser, unknown to men Gods of old, in ancient tounge pipe out the tune of the Evening Sun
That which was before shall be again And still lives between stars and within The mountains, where it awaits all our fears And that which is never seen, ever near
Far stranger moons have seen the sky when shadows were walking and could not die Dance with spirits with silver blood the Dragon is sleeping, but not undone Lament the fallen moon with vanity swollen the Dragon's womb Shadows whisper, your time will come to dance to the tune of the Evening SunTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
