When The Twilight Set In Again

As throught the mist I saw your face

Blood on the cross on the white rags

In the silence

I heard your voice

Glass of pain in the devil's land

Blow of wind in the gothic castle

Scorn of suffering close in heatred

When the time of death has go close

They sing the peans to their lords

Stars were falling deep in the darkness

With the hope for immortal life

But they will rise again

When the dusk will call the memory

The souls removed the world border beyond

Where people exist only like shadows

The meadow of nothingness which is decoration

In the moonlight

In the landscape of immortality which is

Seen with eyes of thirsty hears

the reality is sawn the dust of suffering

and wait

When the twilight set in again