Take me in the temple of the evening sun

Coming from there where's no life's remained

Only the glow reflecting in the eyes of phrentics

By the name of LEGION



In the imperishable area of heaths, woods and lakes

They've been cradled by

Is so perfect for magic marvelous dance

There is no place to be... And

Moonlight chaplet have faded out

No sound of their speech meets an ear



... And the rapture that I've been filled with hath turned into the

brilliant dew

To wash the blood off my face

When I came back

The dawn was so silver and so golden is the dusk upon the meadows

Splashed with poppies

Where I've lost myself looking for tomorrow...



One day like countless times in sleep

I'll come to the wall

That hides the abyss beyond...

To overcome it on the black wings my hands turn into

I'm the one who was gifted by his

Sable Majesty



And the spirit transfigures...



By the grace of your black astral world I have been bewitched

And now on my bended knees I am praying

"For Thine is the Kingdom"...



...I know they've died and turned into the Black Swans

To dance on the forest lake in silver mist and sorrowful grace...