A shimmertrace of divinity lost in the beckoning midnight vault (We are) lulled within the wake of a cold November's nightfall Nightfall... A communion of life and eternity, of Races scattered in the depths of the universal dark Above us minds went sailing free and blossomed in the vast nocturnal sea Paragon of beauty, Oh, spark of Creation; We march to the rhythm of the Night Starborn flew the Dove of Man in the eventide of life, whose wonders crowned our yesterdays with light Fire - Earth - Water - Wind We lived beneath the waning moon of truth And danced in hunger for the Powermind (of Youth) Like the dark to a dying Flame; Sweepingly embracing its grieving remains Defiantly blazing the black that awaits Counting the days 'til the new Age awaits Times' lustful cyclones arise, Piercing the fairest of Skies In elysian awakening of spiritual glory we see what our history belies Meadows of Asphodel Burning in the hunted dawn Tragedies die among fiery flames as the firewood of Wisdom is sawn Our Guardians were blind My lightbringer ephemeral Within the heart of all; A cold and dusky melancholy night, as ever sullied the fair face of light Whose seeds of life they grind To dust, of vapour is our mind ...evermore
Paragon of beauty, Oh, spark of Creation; We march to the rhythm of the Night Nightfall by the shore of time, a tidal wave of fire and woe Swept away with the last of life the core of the enigma as bestowed Our crystal spirits melt to flow the mountainside along To join as one with seas of old in symbiotic songs: "Communion... Within the Oversoul of the Universe" We are but fragment of Eternity, pale shadows of what we'll once be In life's outer regions I will find the foremost Tranquility Chanting the odes of Magonia A soulstream in flight to the Otherworld ...to the Otherworld
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