Placious Echoes At Darkwoods You Greet ...Silvering Moon Between My Shadows

Great force that you created on earth,

Fulfilled with your lightning hand...

...of eternal knowledge, pure seed of fertile birth

Chained lies death at your side

She who tried to end our deeds

In vain she was proclaimed invict

But from her dark ashes she'll raise her arm

Giving her new triumphant deeds again

Weak humanity, raise your fists

Place your heads in eternal streams

And be as the brightning fire

To become immortal in it's pyre

Placious echoes at darkwoods you greet...

...silvering moon between my shadows

While, melancholical river psalmodies

Feed the sun's funeral pyre

Oh sorrow, cruel fellowship

Oh priestess in the vaults of death

Oh sweet & bitter (in a breath)

What whispers from thy lying lip?

'the stars'-she whispers-'blindly run'

As a web is woven across the sky

...from out waste places...

Murmurs from our dying sun

...as we cry

...from out waste places, we die...