The Twilight Is My Robe

Unto you I whisper<br>The wildest dreams<br><br>In the coldness of night<br><br>Shrouded in crystals<br>Through a frosty dusk<br>Souls of the fullmoon awaits<br>Their shadows ablaze<br><br>We are all bending<br>Our tired leaves over your empty shell<br>In the sign of true esteem<br>Are you beloved lord<br>Sighing deep under these waterfalls?<br><br>The birds of the sun<br>Seperates these dark clouds<br>While the winds of winter sleeps gently around<br>I am sworn to the oath<br>To breathe...<br><br>At the waters I dwell<br>The waves are still whispering<br>Ancient lullabies<br>I die....<br>While our mystic brothers still seek<br><br>Under your command I will obey<br>In my vision<br>You are the embodiment of pure freedom<br>But through my eyes you are made of stone