Passing a way of sorrow I feel seclusion and aloofness Which absorb reality in my mind And blow away into the darkness Of deep endless mighty winter forest Wrapped in mystery And magic witchcraft of moonlight Dissipating above the arctic land White cloth of valleys is embraced by haze Dusky welkin is covered by silvery veil Of bewitching dead-white moonlight
... Silver Brilliance of Nocticula
Only mooneye will see The peaks of snowy trees Only moonlight will bathe Deserted glades in blue light Glades and valleys without Footmarks on the snow Only white Goddess-Winter Is able to rule here There, where smooth of lakes Is covered with crystalline ice Mighty wood is whispers to me the words: "Here I born by pagan Winter And storming winds"
Oh, our Mother! Oh, full Moon! Mesmerize my self Reflect my shadow on the snow At the great winter night
Oh, our Mother! Oh, full Moon! Your silver magic brilliance - your light Reflect dark silhouette On flickering snowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
