Blume
Blume - To The Night lyrics
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Shining tired on the waves The setting sun; It's beams, red and bright, Gently pierce the sea. It's chariot's descending The clear western sky; Night's claiming her right To rule the world. Her wings open wide, Under which we'll mourn and pray, Will hide our shame; My dear Guinevere, In dismal grief we'll find Full redemption. A flock of crows, Approaching noisily, Stubbornly croaks Sober words to me: 'That yearning heart of yours! You fool! What have you done? Bringer of death, Your soul's forever lost'. Her wings open wide, Under which we'll mourn and pray, Will hide our shame; My dear Guinevere, In dismal grief we'll find Full redemption. Night's wings open wide, Under which we'll mourn and pray, Will hide our shame; My dear Guinevere, In dismal grief we'll find Full redemption.